What a Banker

A London bond trader parks his brand new Porsche in front of the office to show it off to his colleagues. As he’s getting out of the car, a lorry comes speeding along too close to the kerb and takes off the door before zooming away.

A police car pulls up but before the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, the man starts to scream hysterically, “My Porsche, my beautiful silver Porsche is ruined. No matter how long it’s at the panel beaters it’ll simply never be the same again!”

After the man finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in disgust. “I can’t believe how materialistic you bloody bankers are,” he says, “You lot are so focused on your possessions that you don’t notice anything else in your life.”

“How can you say such a thing at a time like this?” sobs the boy banker, Porsche owner.

The policeman replies, “Didn’t you realise that your right arm was torn off when the truck hit you.”

The banker looks down in horror. “F***ING HELL!’ he screams……..”Where’s my Rolex???”

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