THE NEW CAR
( original source of story unknown )
A little old lady always wanted an expensive car—an automobile of status to drive
around and be seen in. For years, she scrimped and saved and when she finally had saved
enough, she paid a visit to the most expensive auto dealer in town. Plopping down several
years of hard-earned income for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer enhanced, kick-ass,
dream car, she proudly drove out of the car lot.
Deciding she wanted to listen to some music, she searched long and hard for the
radio. The dashboard looked like a control panel at NASA and after fiddling with several
handles, button’s and gizmos, she finally gave up. She just couldn’t figure out how to
turn the damned thing on.
Furious, she raced back to the auto dealership and screamed at the salesman, yelling they
forgot to install the radio. He assured her that it was right there in front of her,
spliced into the onboard computer and that all she had to do was to tell the radio what she
wanted to hear.
“Classical”, he said to demonstrate. . . Click. . . The car filled with the
sounds of Mozart. "Blues", he said. . . Click. . . And a familiar B.B. King
blues tune began to play.
More than a little amazed, she again drove out of the automobile dealer’s
lot. "Country", she said. . . Click. . . A Garth Brooks song began to
play. "Folk". . . Click. . . Joan Baez started singing about the night they
drove ol' Dixie down. "New Age". . . Click. . . And Yanni at the Acropolis
began to give off an obnoxious noise.
Captivated by this astounding new invention of modern science, she failed to pay much
attention to the road. All of a sudden, another driver ran a red light and cut her off,
just barely missing her brand new dream mobile.
"ASSHOLE!!!" she screamed. . . Click. . . "Good morning, everyone, welcome to
the Rush Limbaugh Show".
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