Blonde buys a BMW
Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 4:05 amA woman always wanted an expensive car; a status symbol to drive around and flaunt.
She scrimps and saves, goes to the BMW dealer, and plops down many pounds for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer enhanced, dream mobile.
She's driving off and decides she wants some music and searches for the radio. The dashboard looks like a control panel at NASA. She fiddles with this button, that gizmo... jiggles these and those, but finally gives up. Can't find the blasted thing.
Furious, she races back to the dealership and screams at the salesman. She tells him they forgot to install the radio.
He assures her it's right there in front of her. It's hooked into the on-board computer and voice-activated. All she has to do is tell it what she wants to hear.
He demonstrates: "Classical," he says. 'click' The car fills with the sounds of Vivaldi.
"Blues," he says, and 'click' a B.B. King classic plays.
She drives off, amazed.
"Country," she says, and 'click' a Charlie Pride tune comes on. "Rock" and 'click' Deep Purple snaps on.
She's so captivated by this new toy that she isn't paying much attention to the road. Another driver shoots a red light and cuts her up.
"Low-life, arrogant, self-centred scum!!!" she screams.
'Click'
She scrimps and saves, goes to the BMW dealer, and plops down many pounds for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer enhanced, dream mobile.
She's driving off and decides she wants some music and searches for the radio. The dashboard looks like a control panel at NASA. She fiddles with this button, that gizmo... jiggles these and those, but finally gives up. Can't find the blasted thing.
Furious, she races back to the dealership and screams at the salesman. She tells him they forgot to install the radio.
He assures her it's right there in front of her. It's hooked into the on-board computer and voice-activated. All she has to do is tell it what she wants to hear.
He demonstrates: "Classical," he says. 'click' The car fills with the sounds of Vivaldi.
"Blues," he says, and 'click' a B.B. King classic plays.
She drives off, amazed.
"Country," she says, and 'click' a Charlie Pride tune comes on. "Rock" and 'click' Deep Purple snaps on.
She's so captivated by this new toy that she isn't paying much attention to the road. Another driver shoots a red light and cuts her up.
"Low-life, arrogant, self-centred scum!!!" she screams.
'Click'
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