An elderly woman was carefully signaling and waiting to pull into a prime, vacant parking space in a packed shopping lot. Just as she began her maneuver, a reckless young man in a flashy, brand-new red Mercedes suddenly whipped around her car, cut her off, and aggressively stole the spot she had been waiting for.
Deeply upset, the little old lady stepped out of her vehicle, walked up to his shiny driver-side door, and said, “Excuse me, young man, but I was clearly about to park there!”
The driver, a total smart-aleck, rolled down his window, gave her a smug, arrogant grin, and condescendingly replied:
“Sorry, grandma. That’s what you can do when you’re young and bright.”
He stepped out, locked his car with a loud beep, and began walking away, highly amused with himself.
But the old lady wasn’t about to let him get away with it. Shaking with rage, she climbed back into her heavy, old-school steel sedan, shifted into reverse to give herself some distance, and then stomped her foot completely flat on the gas pedal. She ploughed full-speed straight into the side of his pristine luxury sports car.
CRASH!
The young man came sprinting back, his face turning a horrific shade of pale as he stared at the massive, ruined crater in his brand-new doors. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. “What did you do that for?!”
The little old lady just rolled down her window, flashed him a sweet, angelic smile, and told him:
“That’s what you can do when you’re old and rich!”
