A Solicitor 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 speeding along too close to the kerb and takes off the door before zooming off.
More than a little distraught, the Solicitor grabs his mobile and calls the police.
Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, the man starts screaming hysterically: ‘My Porsche, my beautiful silver Porsche is ruined. No matter how long it’s at the panel beaters it’ll simply never be the same again!’
After the man finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in disgust.
‘I can’t believe how materialistic you bloody Solicitors 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?’ sobs the Porsche owner.
The policeman replies, ‘Didn’t you realise that your arm was torn off when the truck hit you.’
The Solicitor looks down in horror. ‘FECKING HELL!’ he screams……..’Where’s my Rolex????…