A Cheap Porsche
A sixteen year-old boy came home with a Porsche.
His parents were incredulous. "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 yell even louder. "Who would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?" they said.
"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."
"We need to know what this woman is up to," said the mother. She dispatched her husband, "John, you go right up there and see what's going on."
So the boy's father walked up the street found the woman in the yard calmly planting petunias. He introduced himself and demanded to know why she had sold her son a Porsche for fifteen dollars.
"Well," she said, "this morning I got a phone call from my husband. It seems he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and doesn't intend to come back. He told me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money."