One day, a little 17-year-old lad who works part-time at Pizza Hut drives up in his gorgeous Porsche. When they see the opulent car, his parents are shocked and ask him right away where he obtained it.

His parents, stunned by what they see, wonder, “Where did you get that car?”

The teen says casually, “I bought it today.”

His mother becomes very concerned and asks, “Young guy, with what money? You are unable to afford a Porsche, as we are aware of its price!

“Well, it’s used, and I got a good deal,” the boy clarifies. I just paid $20 for this one.

“Who on earth would sell a car like that for 20 dollars?” his mother asks, looking shocked.

The boy answers, “The woman up the street.” She moved in recently, so I don’t know her name. After I brought her the pizza she had ordered, she asked if I would like to spend $20 on a Porsche.

The boy’s parents, unable to contain their indignation and curiosity, rush over to the new neighbor’s house prepared to demand an explanation. They are shocked to discover their new neighbor peacefully arranging flowers in her front yard.

 

“I’m the father of the kid you just sold a sports car to for $20,” the father boldly says as he approaches her. You must provide an explanation to me.

The woman looks up from where she is still planting and says, “Well, this morning, I received a phone call from my husband,” with composure. I had assumed he was in Florida for a work trip, but it appears he has taken off for Hawaii with his secretary and is not planning to return.

“What on earth does that have to do with selling our son a Porsche for $20?” the mother asks, clearly perplexed.

The new neighbor smiles broadly and says, “Well, my husband asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money,” pausing for a moment before responding. Thus, I did.