A 21 year old girl saunters into a prestigous car showroom,
looks around all the Porsches, Ferrari's and Lamborghini's before
deciding on a top-end Red Porsche.
"I'll pay cash!" she says and hands over a bagful of Twenties.
The deal is finalised very quickly and the girl drives it away.
2 days later she's back, fuming "I want my money back...it smells
awfully bad when I use the brakes."
Not wanting to lose the sale (having taken cash and fiddled the
books) the sales-manager decides to ride in the car with her
'in case she ain't driving it properly'
He gets in and she roars out of the dealership, drops it into
second gear at 50 mph, floors the pedal again and slips into 3rd
at 80mph, does a handbrake turn into a country lane and then
really starts to accelerate.
110mph in 4th, 140 in 5th, the engine's roaring like a Lion
with toothache, and the car is shuddering as it climbs to
170mph. The scenery is a green blur and the G-force has him pinned in
the seat.
In the distance, to his relief, the barriers of a level crossing
are beginning to come down and she will have to slow down (he
thinks!), but no, she floors it and the revometer climbs higher.
100 yards from the crossing she slams on the brakes and the car
stops inches from the barrier.
"So, can you smell it?" she says.
"SMELL IT?  HONEY, I'M SITTING IN IT!!!"

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