Tale from Harvard Business Review

A Red Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and a bucketof buffalo manure in the other.
He says to the waiter, "Me want coffee."

The waiter says, "Sure chief, comin right up."

He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee, and the Indian drinks it downin one gulp, picks up the bucket of manure, throws it intothe air,blasts it with the shotgun, then just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand anda bucket of buffalo manure in the other. He walks up to thecounter andsays to the waiter, "Me want coffee."
The waiter says, "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess fromyesterday. What the heck was all that about, anyway?"

The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Me training for uppermanagementposition:
Come in,
drink coffee,
shoot some crap,
leave mess forothers to clean up,
disappear for rest of day." : )))