FIFTEEN DOLLAR PORCHE

A 16-YEAR-OLD BOY WHO WORKS IN A

PART-TIME JOB PULLS INTO HIS PARENT'S

DRIVEWAY IN A PORSCHE.

NATURALLY, HIS MOM AND DAD KNOW

THAT THERE’S NO WAY HE EARNS ENOUGH

WITH HIS AFTER-SCHOOL JOB

TO OWN SUCH A CAR. 

“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT CAR?”

HIS MOM AND DAD SCREAM IN UNISON. 

HE CALMLY TELLS THEM,

“I BOUGHT IT TODAY.” 

“WITH WHAT MONEY?”

HIS MOM DEMANDS.

“WE KNOW WHAT A PORSCHE COSTS.” 

“WELL,” SAYS THE BOY,

“THIS ONE COST ME FIFTEEN DOLLARS.” 

AT THIS POINT, NATURALLY,

THE PARENTS START YELLING EVEN LOUDER.

“WHO ON EARTH WOULD SELL A CAR

LIKE THAT FOR FIFTEEN DOLLARS?!” 

“THE LADY UP THE STREET,”

THE BOY REPLIES, SHRUGGING.

“I DON’T KNOW HER NAME

SHE HAS 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 GOSH,”

THE MOM MOANS. 

THE BOY’S FATHER AND MOTHER RUSH

OVER TO THEIR NEW NEIGHBOUR’S HOUSE,

READY TO BREAK DOWN HER DOOR AND

DEMAND AN EXPLANATION.

CURIOUSLY, THEIR NEW NEIGHBOUR

IS CALMLY PLANTING PETUNIAS. 

“I’M THE FATHER OF THE KID YOU

JUST SOLD A SPORTS CAR TO FOR $15,”

THE DAD SAYS.

“I NEED AN EXPLANATION FROM YOU ASAP!” 

“WELL,” THE NEIGHBOR SAYS,

NOT LOOKING UP FROM HER GARDEN.

“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.” 

“WHAT ON EARTH DOES THAT HAVE TO DO

WITH SELLING OUR SON A PORSCHE FOR $15?”

THE BOY’S MOM ASKS

UTTERLY PERPLEXED. 

THE NEW NEIGHBOUR SMILES

AND PAUSES FOR A MINUTE.

“WELL, MY HUSBAND ASKED ME

TO SELL HIS NEW PORSCHE AND

SEND HIM THE MONEY.

SO I DID.”