a car joke

[glxtasy@juno.com (ken r weidmann jr.)]

 This lady always wanted an expensive car -- a status symbol to
drive around and be seen in. She scrimps and saves, goes to the dealer,
and  plops down several years income for a brand new state-of-the-art,
computer enhanced, kick-ass, dream mobile.                               
         

 She's driving off. Decides she wants some music and searches for
the   radio. The dashboard looks like a control panel at NASA. She
fiddles
with  this button, that gizmo...  jiggles these and those, but finally
gives
up. Can't find the damned thing.                                         
    

 Furious, she races back to the dealership and screams at the
salesman.    Tells him they forgot to install the radio.                 
             

 He assures her it's right there in front of her. It's hooked into
the onboard computer. All she has to do is tell it what she wants.
He   demonstrates: "Classical", he says.                                 
     
*click*                                                                  


 The car fills with the sounds of Paganini.                              
 

 "Blues", he says, and *click* a B.B. King classicplays.                 


 She drives off amazed. "Country", she says, and *click* a Garth
Brooks  tune comes on. "Folk" *click* Joan Baez sings about the night
they
drove ol' Dixie down. "New Age" *click* Yanni at the Acropolis snaps on.
She's  so captivated by this new toy that she isn't paying much attention
to
the  road. Another driver runs a light and cuts her off.                 
     

 "ASSHOLE!!!" she screams.                                               
 


*click*                                                                  


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