This yuppie, see, was in a car wreck. His BMW was mangled, and so was he.
The paramedic was leaning over him getting his vitals, and all the yup
could groan was "My BMW! My BMW!"
The paramedic tried to quiet the man, pointing out that his car
wasn't his chief concern at the moment, especially as he'd been rearranged
pretty badly himself -- for example, his left arm was severed at the elbow
and was lying about twenty feet away.
There was a moment of stunned silence from the yup followed by
"Oh no! My Rolex! My Rolex!"
