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!!!