A sixteen year-old boy came home with a brand new Ford F 150.
His parents look at the truck and ask where did you get that truck?
I bought it today he says.
With what money says his mother.
They knew what a new F 150 cost.
Well he says, this one cost me just fifteen dollars.
The father looks at him like he’s crazy.
Who would sell a truck like that for fifteen dollars he says.
It was the lady up the street says the boy.
I don’t know her name – they just moved in.
She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy her F 150 for fifteen dollars.
Oh my Goodness says the mother. Maybe she’s mentally ill or has Alzheimer’s or something.
John, you better go see what’s going on.
So the boy’s father walks up the street to the house where the lady lives and finds her out in the yard calmly planting flowers.
He introduces himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a new Ford F 150 truck for fifteen dollars, and asks to know why she did it.
Well she says, two days ago my husband left on a business trip.
Yesterday I got a phone call from his boss and found out that he really ran off to Hawaii with his secretary and doesn’t intend to come back.
Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry the father says.
But what does that have to do with my son and your truck?
Well, this morning he called and told me he was stranded because he got robbed of his wallet with all his credit cards and cash.
He told me to sell his new F 150 and send him the money.
So I did.