A Splinter Problem
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> A lady from Missoula, Montana, who was a tree hugger and an
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> anti-hunter, purchased a piece of timberland. There was a large
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> tree on one of the highest points in her tract. She wanted to get
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> a good view of the natural splendor of her land so she started
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> to climb the big tree. As she neared the top, she encountered a
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> spotted owl that attacked her.
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> In her haste to escape, the lady slid down the tree to the
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> ground and got many splinters in her crotch.
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> In considerable pain, she hurried to the nearest country
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> doctor. She told him what an environmentalist and anti-hunter
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> she was, and how she came to get all the splinters. The doctor
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> listened to her story with great patience and then told her to go
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> into the examining room and he would see if he could help her.
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> She sat and waited for three hours before the doctor
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> reappeared.
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> The angry lady demanded, "What took you so long?"
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> He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits
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> from the Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service,
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> and the Bureau of Land Management before I could remove
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> old-growth timber from a recreational area and I'm sorry, but
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> they all turned me down."