> A stockbroker parks his brand new Porsche in front of the office to
> show it off to his colleagues. As he's getting out of the car, a truck
>comes
> flying along too close to the kerb and takes off the door before
> speeding off.
>
> Distraught, the broker grabs his mobile and calls the police. Five
> minutes later they arrive.
>
> Before the cop has a chance to ask any questions, the broker starts
> screaming hysterically, "My Porsche, my beautiful Porsche is ruined. No
> matter how long it's at the panel beaters, it'll simply never be the
> same again!"
>
> After the stockbroker finally finishes his ranting, the policeman
> shakes his head in disgust. "I just can't believe how materialistic
>you bloody
> stockbrokers are," he says. "You lot are so focused on your possessions
> that you don't notice anything else in your life."
>
> "How can you say such a thing at a time like this?" snaps the broker.
>
> The policeman replies, "Didn't you realise that your right arm was torn
> off when the truck hit you."
>
> The stockbroker looks down aghast. "Fucking hell!" he screams. "Where's
> my Rolex?"
So sind sie - die Broker!
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