…when he comes across this insane deal. A good-as-new Porsche, for 20 bucks. “It’s a prank,” he thinks. “Like that Hooters girl and the Toyota/’toy Yoda’ thing.” Still, he’s not really in need of $20, so he decides to be a good sport and humor the seller.
He drives out to the address in the ad and it’s this big mansion, clearly owned by somebody who can at least afford a normal-priced Porsche. Waiting there is a little old lady who takes him into the garage; sure enough, inside is a full-size Porsche with barely a dent in it. He’s still wary, though; maybe the engine is broken in a way that can’t be repaired and doesn’t show on the outside of the car?
So he asks to take the car for a test drive, and it works like a charm. Finally convinced it’s no joke, he pulls back up to the mansion to give payment. As he’s doing so, he asks, “Listen ma’am, the Porsche is great and all, but why sell it for so cheap?”
The woman begins, “It used to be my husband’s, you see…”
The man’s face crumples, “Oh, I’m so sorry…”
The woman shakes her head, “No, he’s still very much alive. But he ran off with his secretary a few weeks ago, you see, and sent me a message…”
“What did he say?”
“He said, ‘Sell the Porsche and send me the money.'”