Cheap Porsche


Fifteen year-old Sebastian comes home with a Porsche and parks it in front of his parents’ house in Berlin.

When his parents see him get out of the car they yell, “Where did you get that car?!”

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

“You what? With what money?” demand his parents.

“Well,” said Sebastian, “this one cost me fifteen Euros.”

His parents are apoplectic and begin to yell even louder, “Who would sell you a car like that for fifteen Euro?”

“It was that lady from up the street,” says 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 Euro.”

“Oh no,” moaned his mother, “she must be a child abuser. Who knows what she will do next? Anton, you go right up there and see what’s going on!”

So the boy’s father walks up the street to the house where the lady lives and finds her out in the yard, calmly planting petunias. He introduces himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a Porsche for fifteen Euro and demands to know why she did it.

“Well,” she said, “this morning I got a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip, but it seems he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and doesn’t intend to come back. He asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money. So I did.”


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