One
day, an extremely rich business man decides that the time has come to indulge
himself. He has been working hard and making money all his life, and he rarely
spends any of it on himself. So he goes out and buys the world's fastest commercial
vehicle: the all-custom 2001 Chevrolet Zoom. This puppy can hit 350 mph on a
straightaway and has all the trimmings. Leather, CD, Sunroof, GPS, everything.
It cost him a cool million.
He
decides to take it for an afternoon spin. He's just cruising around town with
one arm out the window, having the time of his life, when he gets to a red light.
He pulls up next to an old guy on a little moped who is already waiting at the
light.
"Now
THAT'S a car," the old guy says with awe. "What on earth did that
cost you?"
"Three
million," the rich guy proclaimed. "And that was a steal. This here
is the world's fastest commercial vehicle."
"You're
kidding!" the old guy scoffed. "How fast?"
"350."
The
old guy's jaw dropped. "Hey, do you mind if I take a look around inside
real quick?"
"Not
at all," the rich guy said.
The
old guy leans way over and sticks his head in the window. After looking around
for a few seconds, he sits back down on his moped. "That's a fine car,"
he said, nodding his head.
Just
then, the stoplight turned to green, and the rich guy decided to show this old
man what his car is really capable of. He floors it out of the intersection,
and in a few seconds he is happily cruising along at 350 mph.
He
happens to glance in his rearview mirror, and notices to his dismay a speck
on the horizon that seems to be getting closer. Sure enough, the speck comes
closer and closer until WHOOSH! it passes him. The rich guy just can't figure
out what's going on here, so he pulls over. He sees the speck again on the horizon
in front of him coming back towards him, and sure enough, WHOOSH! it passes
him again. This time, though, he was prepared and got a better look at it. He
could have sworn that he saw the old guy on the moped. "But that's impossible,"
he thought to himself.
Once
again, the thing was coming back at the rear of his car, only this time it looked
like it was going to hit. And hit it did. There was a loud crash as the thing
slammed into the back of the Chevy Zoom.
The
rich guy jumps out of the car and runs around to the back, where the old guy
is dying on the road, pieces of his moped scattered around him.
"Oh,
my God!" the rich guy said, horrified. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes,"
the old man responded feebly. "Before I die, I want you to unhook my suspenders
from your side mirror."
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