The New Porsche

A fifteen year-old boy came home with a Porsche and his parents asked, “Where did you get that car?”.

He calmly told them, “I bought it today.”

“With what money?” demanded his parents. “We know what a Porsche costs.”

“Well,” said the boy,”this one cost me fifteen dollars.”

So the parents began to worry. “Who would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?” they mused.

“It was the lady up the street,” said the boy. “I don’t know her name – they just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars.”

“Oh my Goodness,” moaned the mother. She said to her husband John, “You go right up there and see what’s going on.”

So the boy’s father walked up the street to the house where the lady lived and found her out in her garden calmly planting petunias. He introduced himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a Porsche for fifteen dollars and said he wanted to know why she did it.

“Well,” she said, “this morning I got a phone call from my husband. He had told me he was going on a business trip, but then I learned from a friend he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and really doesn’t intend to come back. He claimed he had lost his credit card and was stranded and asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money. So I did.”

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