A woman always wanted an expensive car; a status symbol to drive around
and flaunt.
She scrimps and saves, goes to the BMW dealer, and plops down many dollars
for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer enhanced, kick-butt, dream
mobile.
She's driving off and 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 blasted thing.
Furious, she races back to the dealership and screams at the salesman.
She 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 and voice- activated. All she has to do is tell it what
she wants to hear.
He demonstrates: "Classical," he says. "click" The car fills with the
sounds of Paganini. "Blues," he says, and "click" a B.B. King classic
plays.
She drives off, amazed.
"Country," she says, and "click" a Garth Brooks tune comes on. "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. "Low-life,
arrogant, self-centered scum!!!" she screams.
"click"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States."
