A traveler stopped to observe the curious behavior of a farmer who was plowing his field. A single mule hitched to the plow was wearing blinders, and the farmer was yelling, “Giddyap, Pete! Giddyap, Herb! Giddyap, Ol Bill! Giddyap, Jeb!”
After watching the farmer carry on like this for a while, the traveler asked, “Say, misterhow many names does that mule have?” “Just onehis name is Pete.” “Then why do you call out Herb and Bill and”
“Its like this,” explained the farmer. “If Ol Pete knew he was doing all this work alone, I couldnt make him do it. But if he thinks hes got three other mules workin alongside of him, he does the whole job all by himself.”
“What a marvelous idea!” exclaimed the traveler. And when he got back to his corporate office in New York, he invented the committee.