A fellow has been learning to be a balloonist and takes his first
solo flight. Unfortunately the wind gets up, he is blown off
course and is forced to land. He is in a paddock close to a road
but has no idea where he is. He sees a car coming along the road
and hails it.  The driver gets out and the balloonist says,
"G'day mate, can you tell me where I am?"

"Yes, of course," says the motorist. "You have just landed in
your balloon and with this wind you have obviously been blown off
course.  You are in the top paddock on John Dawson's farm, 13.5
kilometers from Condobolin. John will be plowing the paddock next
week and sowing wheat. There is a bull in the paddock. It is
behind you and about to attack you."

At that moment the bull reaches the balloonist and tosses him
over the fence. Luckily he is unhurt. He gets up,  dusts himself
off and says to the motorist, "I see you're an accountant."

"Good Grief," says the other man, "you're right. How did you know
that?"

"I employ accountants," says the balloonist. "The information you
gave me was detailed, precise and accurate. Most of it was
useless and it arrived far too late to be of any help."