A sixteen year old boy came home with a brand new Ford F150.
His parents look at the truck and ask, “Where did you get that truck?!”
“I bought it today,” he says. “With what money?” says his mother. They knew what a
new F150 cost.
“Well,” he says, “this one cost me just fifteen dollars.”
The father looks at him like he’s crazy. “Who would sell a truck like that for fifteen
dollars?” he says.
“It was the lady up the street,” says the boy. “I don’t know her name – they just moved
in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy her F150 for
“Oh my Goodness!” says the mother. “Maybe she’s mentally ill or has Alzheimer’s
something. John, you better go see what’s going on.”
So the boy’s father walks up the street to the house where the lady lives and finds her
out in the yard calmly planting flowers. He introduces himself as the father of the boy
to whom she had sold a new Ford F150 truck for fifteen dollars and asks to know why
she did it.
“Well,” she says, “two days ago my husband left on a business trip. Yesterday I got a
phone call from his boss and found out that he really ran off to Hawaii with his
secretary and doesn’t intend to come back.”
“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry,” the father says. “But what does that have to do with
my son and your truck?”
“Well, this morning he called and told me he was stranded because he got robbed of
his wallet with all his credit cards and cash. He told me to sell his new F150 and send
him the money. So I did.”