One day, a little seventeen-year-old Pizza Hut employee walks up in his gorgeous Porsche. His parents are shocked by the expensive car and ask him right away how he got it.His parents ask, “Where did you get that car?” after being astounded by what they saw. Casually, the adolescent remarks, “I bought it today.” His mother says, “Young guy, with what money?” looking quite worried. We know how much a Porsche costs; therefore, you can’t afford one! The youngster explains, “Well, it’s used, and I got a good deal.” I recently spent $20 on this one.His mother exclaims in disbelief, “Who on earth would sell a car like that for 20 dollars?” “The woman up the street,” the youngster responds. Her name escapes me, since she moved in not too long ago.
She asked if I would want to spend $20 on a Porsche after I handed her the pizza she had ordered. The boy’s parents, unable to contain their indignation and inquisitiveness, dash over to the new neighbor’s house prepared to demand an explanation. They are taken aback to find their new neighbor in her front yard, quietly arranging flowers.The father confidently approaches her and says, “I’m the father of the kid you just sold a sports car to for $20.” I need you to give me an explanation.
The new neighbor pauses for a bit before answering, grinning widely, “Well, my husband asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money.” So I did.
