A self-important young man goes out and buys the best car available:
a 1997 Porsche 911 Turbo. It is one of the fastest and most
expensive cars in the world. He takes it out for a spin and, while
doing so, stops at a red light. An old man on a moped (both looking
about 90 years old) pulls up next >to him. The old man looks over the sleek,
shiny surface of the car and asks, "What kind of car ya' got there, sonny?"
The young man replies, "A 1997 Porsche 911 Turbo. They cost
$100,000." "That's a lot of money," replies the old man. "Why does
it cost so much?" "Because this car can do up to 180 miles an hour!"
states the young man >proudly. The moped driver asks, "Can I take a
look inside?"
"Sure," replies the owner.
So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around.
Leaning back on his moped, the old man says, "That's a pretty nice
car, all right!"
Just then the light changes, so the young guy decides to show the old man
what his car can do. He floors it, and within 10 seconds the
speedometer >reads 120 MPH. Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear
view mirror that seems to be getting closer! He slows down to see
what it could be and suddenly, whhhoooossshhh! Something whips by him,
going much faster!
"What on earth could be going faster than my Porsche 911Turbo?" the young
man asks himself.
Then, ahead of him, he sees a dot coming toward him. Whoooooosh! It goes
by again, heading the opposite direction! And, it almost looked like the
old >man on the moped! "Couldn't be," thinks the guy. "How could a moped
outrun a Porsche 911 Turbo?"
Again, he sees a dot in his rear view mirror!
Whooooosh-BLAMMM! It plows into the back of his car. The young man jumps
out. It is the old man!!! Of course, the moped and the old
man are hurting for certain.
He runs up to the old man and says, "You're hurt bad! Is there
anything I can do for you?"
The old man groans and replies, "Yes. Unhook my suspenders from your side
view mirror."
W H Y C O P S H A T E Y O U <<<<&l <
-if you have to ask get out of the way-
Have you ever been stopped by a traffic cop and, while he was
writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that
he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the
window, and smash your face into the front fender?...
