We, the Engineers !

 

There is this law, perhaps, or custom, may be, that says that if there occurs some procedural disrupt, while executing a capital punishment, the accused is set free. The break deemed to be 'God's' intervention.

So, these were three friends, pronounced death sentence. They shared the day of execution too, one by one, by electrocution, while seated on a chair.

The d-day arrived, the first one went in, but came out soon, too, giggling all over. The chair didn't get the current. He was a free man, now. The ordeal repeated with the second one, too. He's had his share, of good luck. 

Now, the third one was turned in. He was seated on 'the' chair, and was asked to express his final wishes, if any. It was too much, for the person, already boiling with anger. He burst out,

"To hell with the last wishes, you useless, incompetent people ! You must get the chair checked up first, instead, for why it's failed to fetch the electricity, two times in a row ?"

Well, you guessed it. He was an engineer. 

We don't always need someone, to throw the grenade at us. We pull the pin out, then loose ourselves, in analyzing the grenade design, and ways to improve upon. We think so much, and often end up, having problems that didn't even exist, originally.

Thankful indeed, for bearing with us !