He had been on the waiting list for a Porsche 998 Turbo for 14 months and he took the morning off work to collect it. He wrestled the beautifully engineered lusty flat 6 beast of a Porker gingerly into a narrow street near his work and reversed it tenderly into a tight spot. He got the motor straightened up and stepped out to survey his pride and joy.
Just then, down the road came a massive parcel truck doing 50 and took his drivers' door clean off and didn't bother to stop. The Trader was beside himself in anger and rage, his mouth hung speechlessly open as he helplessly surveyed the carnage.
A crowd had gathered to gawp, oohing and aahing and in among them was a London Bobby. He ran over to the peeler and cried, "Did you see what happened? That car cost me £118 grand with options and now it'll never ever be the same again, no matter what I do it'll never ever be the same again! Now what are you going to do about that eh?" The Trader burst into tears and at this pathetic sight, even some of the crowd got wet eyed.
"Oh relax" said the copper, clearly unmoved. "You Traders are SO materialistic."
"And what the HELL do you mean by that?!!" screamed the man.
"Sir, your left arm is missing from the shoulder down and you haven't even noticed. You're dripping huge pools of blood all over the place" said the cop.
"Oh HOLY SHIT!!!!! AAAHHHH!!" cried the Trader. "My Rolex is away and all!!"
