Executive Fantasy A rich business executive sees an ad in the Wall Street Journal for the world's fastest and most expensive car,

Executive Fantasy
A rich business executive sees an ad in the Wall Street Journal for the
world's fastest and most expensive car, the Tri-Turbo Convertible Fantasy.
It costs over $1 million.
The mogul decides that he must have it, and assigns half a dozen assistants
to track the car down for him. After months of searching, the car is found,
bought, and delivered. Eager to play with his new toy, the executive takes
it for a spin.
At the first stop light, an young man rides up next to the Fantasy on an old
Vespa. Without an invitation, the young man sticks his head in the car and
says, "Quite a ride you got here - how fast will she go?"
"About 270," answers the executive.
"No way," says the young man.
Just then, the light turns green and the executive decides to show the young
man what the car can do. He floors it, and within seconds the car is doing
270.
But suddenly, he notices in his rear view mirror a dot that seems to be
getting closer and closer, so he comes to a stop.
Then, whooooooooooosh, something goes flying by.
"What the heck was that?" says the executive. "What can go faster than my
Fantasy?"
Suddenly, the same blur comes racing back toward him, and whoooooosh, passes
right by. This time the executive got a better look and could have sworn it
looked like the young man on the Vespa.
"That just couldn't be," he says to himself.
Suddenly, he sees it again in his rear view mirror and wham! It smashes into
the back of the Fantasy.
The executive jumps from his car, and sure enough, it's the young man on the
Vespa that crashed into him.
"Are you okay?" asks the executive. "Is there anything I can do for you?
"Yes," replied the young man, "unhook my suspenders from your side view
mirror, please."