To have an expensive car, a status symbol to drive around and flaunt had been her dream for years and she had scrimped and saved, worked overtime and finally had enough money to buy the car of her dreams.
She went to the BMW dealership and put down a huge wad of dollars to buy a brand new state of the art, computer enhanced, dream machine with a dashboard that resembled that of a fighter jet more than the type of car that she was used to.
Having completed the purchase of her dream machine, she set off driving down the road and decided she wanted to listen to some music.
She spent ages looking for the radio, but no matter how hard she looked, she was unable to find the controls. Indeed she was having a hard time to figure out what most of the controls on this fancy computerized car did.
Furious, she raced back to the dealership and screamed at the salesman, telling him that they forgot to install the radio.
He assured her that it was right there in front of her. It’s hooked into the onboard computer and it’s voice activated. All she needs to do is tell it what she wants to hear.
He turned the car on and showed the blonde woman how it works.
“Classical“, he said. With a “click” the radio activated and the car was filled with the sounds of Paganini.
“Blues“, he said, and with a “click” the radio changed and a B.B. King classic number played.
The blonde woman drove off again, totally amazed.
“Country“, she said, and with a “click” a Garth Brooks tune came on.
“New Age”, she said and with a “click” she heard the sounds of Yanni Live at the Acropolis.
The woman was so captivated by this new toy that she wasn’t paying much attention to the road. Suddenly, another driver ran a red light and cut her off.
“Low-life, arrogant, self-centered scum!” she screamed.
“click” went the radio.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States”.
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