A Market Maker (M.M.) parked his brand new Porsche in front of the office to show it off to his colleagues.
As he was getting out of the car, a truck came speeding along and took off the door before zooming off.
More than a little distraught, the M.M. grabbed his mobile and called the police.
Five minutes later, the police arrive.
Before the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the man started screaming hysterically: “My Porsche, my beautiful silver Porsche, is ruined. No matter how long it’s at the panel beate’rs, it’ll simply never be the same again!”
After he had finished his rant, the policeman shook his head in disgust. “I can’t believe how materialistic you bloody M.M.’s are. You lot are so focused on your possessions that you don’t notice anything else in life.”
“How can you say such a thing at a time like this?” wailed the trader.
The officer replied: “Didn’t you realise that your arm was torn off when the truck hit you?”
The M.M. looked down in horror.
“Bloody hell!” he screamed. “Where’s my Rolex!”
Thanks to Robert for this one.