One morning a young college
student was looking through the classifieds for a used car, when his eye caught
on one that stupefied him: “Porsche For Sale. Convertible. Mint condition.
Loaded. Black, Leather Interior. Stereo. $50.”
He couldn’t believe it, and thought it had to be a misprint. But he decided
to give it a shot and called the number listed. A woman answered, and after
learning that the car was still for sale, he clarified the price, and then asked
if he could check it out.
He drove out to the address she gave him, and found himself at a very large,
landscaped home with a swimming pool and tennis courts. After ringing the
doorbell, an attractive blond woman answered. She took him out to the garage,
and the sight of the car made his heart stop. It was shiny, beautiful, and in
perfect condition – the stereo, the convertible hood, the purring engine. He
clarified the price again, “The price is still $50?”
“Yes,” she answered firmly. He hastily wrote out the check, still not
quite believing his luck. But he had to ask her. “Miss, if you don’t mind my
asking, why are you selling the car for this price? Nobody would sell it for
$50.” She hesitated a bit, but then smiled slightly and said, “Well, I guess
I can tell you. A few years ago, I met the perfect man. He was tall and
good-looking and had a great job making over $200,000 a year. We got married,
and everything was going very well. But then, a beautiful, sexy, young woman
moved into the neighborhood a little while back, and she and my husband ran off
together last week.”
She paused, smiling again as the young man listened expectantly.
“Well, he called me this week, saying, ‘Don’t hang up, Honey, please.
You’ve been such a good sport, and I hope you’ll be a good sport about this
too.’ He said, ‘I know I did you wrong and you deserve much better – I’m
sorry. But I just want you to do me a favor: Sell the Porsche and send me half
the money.’”
