>A Stock broker 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 speeding off. 
> 
>More than a little distraught, the Stock broker grabs his mobile and 
>calls the police. Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before 
>the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, the Stock broker starts 
>screaming hysterically: 
> 
> 
>For all my shares My Porsche, my beautiful black Porsche is ruined. No 
>matter how long it takes at the panel beaters, it'll simply never be the 
>same again!"  
> 
>After the Stock broker finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes 
>his head in disgust: "I can't believe how materialistic you bloody 
>Stock brokers are. 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?", snaps the Stock 
>broker. 
> 
>The policeman replies, "Didn't you realise that your right arm was torn off 
>when the truck hit you???" 
> 
>The Stock broker looks down in absolute horror "F**KING HELL!!!!!! he 
>screams........ 
> 
>"Where's my Rolex ????..."