A 15-year-old comes home with a Porsche, and his parents flip out. “Where did you get that car?” they shout.

He calmly responds, “I bought it today.”

“With WHAT money!?” his parents demand. “We know how much a Porsche costs!”

“Well,” the boy says, “this one cost me fifteen bucks.”

The parents freak out even more. “Who would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?!”

The boy shrugs and says, “The lady up the street. Don’t know her name — they just moved in. She saw me biking past and asked if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars.”

“Oh my goodness!” his mom gasps. “She must be crazy! John, you go up there and see what’s going on!”

So the dad heads up the street, finds the lady planting flowers in her yard, and introduces himself as the father of the boy who bought the Porsche for fifteen bucks. He demands to know why she did it.

She calmly replies, “Well, this morning I got a call from my husband, who I thought was on a business trip. Turns out, he ran off to Hawaii with his secretary. She stole all his money and left him stranded there!

So, he calls me, broke, asking me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money. So, that’s exactly what I did.”