A Financial Consultant 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 lorry comes speeding along too close to the kerb and takes off the door before zooming off.
More than a little distraught, the consultant grabs his mobile and calls the police. Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, the consultant starts screaming hysterically:
"My Porsche, my beautiful granite grey Porsche is ruined. No matter how long it's at the panel beaters it'll simply never be the same again!"
After the consultant finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in disgust. "I can't believe how materialistic you bloody Financial Consultants 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 consultant looking at his damaged Porsche.
The policeman replies, "Didn't you realise that your right arm was torn off when the truck hit you."
The consultant looks down in horror ........"OH MY GOD !" he screams........ "WHERE'S MY ROLEX
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