One
day, a little 17-year-old lad who works part-time at Pizza Hut drives up in his
gorgeous Porsche. When they see the opulent car, his parents are shocked and
ask him right away where he obtained it.
His
parents, stunned by what they see, wonder, “Where did you get that car?”
The
teen says casually, “I bought it today.”
His
mother becomes very concerned and asks, “Young guy, with what money? You are
unable to afford a Porsche, as we are aware of its price!
“Well,
it’s used, and I got a good deal,” the boy clarifies. I just paid $20 for this
one.
“Who
on earth would sell a car like that for 20 dollars?” his mother asks, looking
shocked.
The
boy answers, “The woman up the street.” She moved in recently, so I don’t know
her name. After I brought her the pizza she had ordered, she asked if I would
like to spend $20 on a Porsche.
The
boy’s parents, unable to contain their indignation and curiosity, rush over to
the new neighbor’s house prepared to demand an explanation. They are shocked to
discover their new neighbor peacefully arranging flowers in her front yard.
“I’m
the father of the kid you just sold a sports car to for $20,” the father boldly
says as he approaches her. You must provide an explanation to me.
The
woman looks up from where she is still planting and says, “Well, this morning,
I received a phone call from my husband,” with composure. I had assumed he was
in Florida for a work trip, but it appears he has taken off for Hawaii with his
secretary and is not planning to return.
“What
on earth does that have to do with selling our son a Porsche for $20?” the
mother asks, clearly perplexed.
The
new neighbor smiles broadly and says, “Well, my husband asked me to sell his
new Porsche and send him the money,” pausing for a moment before responding.
Thus, I did.
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