A young blonde female stock broker was bored with driving her
BMW. It lacked individuality and besides that, every other girl
in the office had one. She fancied something a bit more
individual, perhaps an MG convertible.
That week she visited her local car dealer and spied a beautiful
Jaguar XK140 convertible. It was wonderfully restored and she
fell in love with it's gorgeous red paintwork. An empty cheque
stub later and off she was tearing down the leafy country lanes
enjoying her beautiful new car. Her long blonde hair was
flowing in the wind, music blaring from the radio, what could
possibly go wrong?
Then at that thought there was a splutter from the engine and
the car slowly coasted to a stop. She got out and lifted the
bonnet and concluded after a few minutes that she didn't have a
bloody clue what was wrong. Luckily she had her mobile phone
with her and a quick phone call to the AutoClub and a short wait
saw a bright shiny yellow van pull up behind her.
"That's a lovely car," says the mechanic. "What seems to be the
matter?"
Well, it just conked out I'm afraid."
"Let me have look." He set to work and ten minutes later the
engine was purring like a cat again.
"Thank goodness," she said. "What was the matter ?"
"Simple really, just crap in the carburetor," he replied.
Looking shocked she asked, "Oh, OK. How many times a week do I
have to do that?"
