Saturday, May 3, 2008

The Story of Ernest Hatcher, American Inventor

He approached me one day and said, Hello, my name is Ernest Hatcher.

I looked at him, my eyes opened wide, and choked a little on my coffee. The Ernest Hatcher?

Yes, he said, smiling and looking amazed. You've heard of me?

I have no idea who you are.

Ernest Hatcher turned out to be a rather serious guy. He was an aspiring inventor. He hadn't invented anything yet, but he thought a lot about how great it would be to invent something.

You're just in it for the money, I said.

No, no, I genuinely love inventing things and making people's lives better and more interesting.

That's admirable, I said. So what kinds of things do you invent?

Well, I've drawn up detailed plans for a machine that converts hatred into combustible fuel. Also, a membrane which, when placed over one's face, turns every idle and empty word one says or hears into a profound truth. Then there's the self-cleaning underwear that can be worn on any part of the body.

I told him that I happened to know some people who like to invest in new ideas and new inventions. Can you come up with a presentation for that underwear by tomorrow?

Yes, I can do a demonstration right now.

Excellent. I shook his hand. With gamers, campers, bachelors, travelers, sports fans, party animals, the bedridden, astronauts, lazy slobs, and husbands, the market is overripe for this revolutionary, life-changing product.

Ernest Hatcher, your idea is going to change the world.

2 comments:

Julia said...

Looks like Ernest in going into "Low Tech Soft Wear" (Underwear and socks)
Julia

Josh Maday said...

Ha, that's excellent, julia.