... somwhere over San Francisco, when the fog comes in.
One turns to the other and asks, "How are we going to get out of this predicament?"
The other responds, "We'll just hang out for a while, and when the fog lifts, we'll find someone who can tell us where we're at."
Sure enough, about 20 minutes later, the fog lifts, and they spot someone on the ground. They float down and one of them shouts to the man on the ground, "Hey! Buddy! Where are we?"
The guy on the ground shouts back, "You're in a hot-air balloon!"
Disgustedly, one of the guys says to the other, "He must be an accountant."
His friend looks bewildered and says, "Why's that?" to which the first responds, "Well, the information was accurate and correct, but it wasn't worth crap."
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