In a message dated 10/13/05 9:23:26 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
I
try to train every fitter using the FitChip in its proper use but can not
guarantee that they will use it as designed or adjust its results with
their own interpretations. I know for a fact that I had one fitter doing
just that in the same area where my shop is and I ended up refitting many
of his customers and he went out of business.
He went out of business because he could not read or write like th dog in this story!
A young Southern boy goes off to college, but about 1/3 way
through
> the
> > semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his parents gave
him.
> Then
> > he gets an idea. He calls his Redneck father. "Dad," he says, "you
won't
> > believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why,
they
> > actually have a program here that will teach Fido how to talk!"
> > > >
> > > > "That's absolutely amazing!" his father says.
> > > >
> > > > "How do I get him in that program?"
> > > >
> > > > "Just send him down here with $1000," the boy says, "I'll get
him
into
> > the course."
> > > >
> > > > So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About 2/3 way
through
the
> > semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again.
> > > >
> > > > "So how's Fido doing, son?" his father asks.
> > > >
> > > > "Awesome, dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just
won't
> > believe this - they've had such good results with this program,
that
> they've
> > implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!"
> > > >
> > > > "READ!?" says his father, "No kidding! What do I have to do to
get
him
> > in that program?"
> > > >
> > > > "Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class."
> > > >
> > > > His father sends the money.  The boy has a problem. At the end
of
the
> > year, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor
read.
So
> he
> > shoots the dog.  When he gets home, his father is all excited.
> > > >
> > > > "Where's Fido? I just can't wait to see him talk and read
something!"
> > > >
> > > > "Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. This morning, when
I
got
> > out of the shower, Fido was in the living room kicking back in the
> recliner,
> > reading the morning paper, like he usually does.  Then he turned to
me
and
> > asked, 'So, is your daddy still messin' around with that little
redhead
> who
> > lives on Oak Street?'"
> > > >
> > > > The father says, "I hope you SHOT that lyin' s.o.b."
> > > >
> > > > "I sure did, Dad!"
> > > >
> > > > "That's my boy!"

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