One afternoon, an 18-year-old boy pulled into the driveway in a shiny Porsche, leaving his parents speechless.
“Where did you get that car?” they demanded, their voices a mix of shock and disbelief.
“I bought it,” the boy replied casually, as if it were no big deal.
“With what money?” his parents pressed. “Do you have any idea how much a Porsche costs?”
“This one was only $20, ” he said with shrug.
The parents exchanged bewildered looks. “Who sells a Porsche for $20?”
“The lady up the street,” the boy explained. “She stopped me while I was mowing her lawn and offered it to me for $20, the money I made mowing her lawn.”
The mother, now alarmed, exclaimed, “She must be crazy!
John, you need to find out what’s going on!”
Determined to get to the bottom of it, the father marched up the street and found the woman calmly trimming her rose bushes.
“Why on earth did you sell a Porsche to my son for $20?” he demanded.
The woman stopped, smiled mischievously, and said, “Well, my husband ran off to Hawaii with his secretary. He called me, claiming he was broke and needed cash. He begged me to sell his Porsche and send him the money … So, I did exactly what he asked.”