A 16-year-old boy who works part-time job pulls into his parent's driveway in a Porsche. Naturally, his mom and dad know that there’s no way he earned enough with his after-school job to own such a car.

“Where did you get that car?” his mom and dad scream in unison.

He calmly tells them, “I bought it today.”

“With what money?” his mom demands. “We know what a Porsche costs.”

“Well,” says the boy, “This one cost me fifteen dollars.”

At this point, naturally, the parents start yelling even louder. “Who on earth would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?!”

“The lady up the street,” the boy replies, shrugging. “I don’t know her name–she just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars.”

“Oh my gosh,” the mom moans.

The boy’s father and mother rush over to their new neighbor’s house, ready to break down her door and demand an explanation. Curiously, their new neighbor is calmly planting petunias.

“I’m the father of the kid you just sold a sports car to for $15,” the dad says. “I need an explanation from you – ASAP!”

“Well,” the neighbor says, not looking up from her garden. “This morning I got a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip, but it seems he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and doesn’t intend to come back.”

“What on earth does that have to do with selling our son a Porsche for $15?” The boy’s mom asks – utterly perplexed.

The new neighbor smiles, and pauses for a minute. “Well, my husband asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money. So I did.”