Business has been particularly good, and a stockbroker has treated himself to a brand new Porsche. He proudly pulls up outside his office, but as he opens the car door to get out a truck is passing, obviously too close, and it rips the door completely off. Horrified, he ducks back into the car and calls 911 on his hands-free.
The squad car has hardly pulled to a halt before the stockbroker is there, complaining at the top of his lungs about the damage to his Porsche.
The officer steps out of his car, and says, “You people amaze me – you’re so caught up in your materialism that you didn’t even notice you’ve lost half your arm. It’s been torn off at the elbow!”
The stockbroker looks down, and screams, “My God! MY ROLEX!!!
The squad car has hardly pulled to a halt before the stockbroker is there, complaining at the top of his lungs about the damage to his Porsche.
The officer steps out of his car, and says, “You people amaze me – you’re so caught up in your materialism that you didn’t even notice you’ve lost half your arm. It’s been torn off at the elbow!”
The stockbroker looks down, and screams, “My God! MY ROLEX!!!
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