Hitched to the wrong company..!

Robert Clements

Sunday, October 02, 2011 - When I was an undergraduate, I got hitched to the wrong friend, a rich fellow, whose father was the owner of an advertising firm, who lavished a lot of money on his only son, and who grew up with little or no scruples. A story of an old man describes my life for a few years: An elderly man on a moped, pulls up next to a doctor at a streetlight.

The old man looks over at the sleek shiny car and asks, “What kind of car you got there?” The doctor replies, “A Ferrari GTO. It cost half a million dollars!” “That’s a lot of money,” says the old man. “Why does it cost so much?” “Because this car can do up to 220 miles an hour!” states the doctor proudly. The Moped driver asks, “Mind if I take a look inside?” “No problem,” replies the doctor. So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around. Then, sitting back on his Moped, the old man says, “That’s a pretty nice car, all right.... but I’ll stick with my Moped!”

Just then the light changes, so the doctor decides to show the old man just what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds the speedometer reads 150 mph. Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view mirror. It seems to be getting closer. He slows down to see what it could be and suddenly WHOOOOSSSHHH! Something whips by him going much faster!

“What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?” the doctor asks himself. He presses harder on the accelerator and takes the Ferrari up to 180 mph. Then, up ahead of him, he sees that it’s the old man on the Moped! Amazed that the Moped could pass his Ferrari, he gives it more gas and passes the Moped at 200 mph and he’s feeling pretty good until he looks in his mirror and sees the old man gaining on him again!

Astounded by the speed of this old guy, he floors the gas pedal and takes the Ferrari all the way up to 220 mph. Not ten seconds later, he sees the Moped bearing down on him again! The Ferrari is flat out, and there’s nothing he can do. Suddenly, the Moped plows into the back of his Ferrari. The doctor stops and jumps out and finds the old man is injured but alive. He runs up to the banged-up old guy and says, “I’m a doctor.... Is there anything I can do for you?” The old man whispers, “Please unhook my belt from your side view mirror!”

That’s what happened to me. Till I unhooked myself from the company I was keeping, I drove the fast lane, risking my life and reputation. I wonder how many of you need to unhook yourselves from your present set of friends or a particular person, before you find yourself badly hurt?

—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com

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