A very successful lawyer buys a new Ferrari. He parks in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he gets out, a truck passes too close and completely tears the door off of the driver’s side. The counselor immediately grabs his cell phone, dials 911, and within minutes a policeman pulls up to take a report. Before the officer has a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer starts screaming hysterically. His Ferrari, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter what the body shop did to it. When the lawyer finally winds down from his ranting and raving, the officer shakes his head in disgust.
“I can’t believe how materialistic you lawyers are,” he says. “All you care about is money and your possessions.”
The lawyer unleashes a stream of obscenities before the officer can calm him down. “Hear me out . . . see, you are so worried about your car, you didn’t even notice that the accident took off your left arm.”
“Oh my god!” screams the lawyer. “Where’s my Rolex?”