A woman always wanted an expensive car -- a
status symbol to drive around and be seen in.
She scrimps and saves, goes to the BMW 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,"
she says, and "click" a B.B. King classic plays. She
drives off amazed. "Country," she says, and "click" a
Garth Brooks tune comes on. "Folk" and "click" Joan
Baez sings about the night they drove ol' Dixie down. "New Age" and "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."***HOLE!!!" she screams."click" ... "Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the
United States."
