A guy in a beat-up Yugo pulls up next to a sleek Rolls-Royce at a red light.
The Yugo driver rolls down his window and calls out, “Nice ride! Hey, does that Rolls have a phone? Mine does!”
The Rolls driver nods politely. “Yes, I’ve got a phone.”
The Yugo driver grins. “Cool! What about a TV? I’ve got one in the back of my Yugo!”
Now slightly irritated, the Rolls driver replies, “Of course I have a TV. A Rolls-Royce is the ultimate luxury car.”
“Sweet!” the Yugo driver says. “You got a bed in there, too? ’Cause I’ve got a bed in the back of my Yugo!”
The Rolls driver, embarrassed he doesn’t have one, speeds straight to the dealership and orders a custom bed—silk sheets, brass trim, the works. The next day, he proudly sets off to find that Yugo.
After searching all day, he finally spots it late at night, parked with steamed-up windows. He knocks. No answer. He knocks again. Eventually, the Yugo driver pokes his head out, dripping wet.
“I just wanted to tell you,” the Rolls driver boasts, “I put a bed in my Rolls-Royce.”
The Yugo driver glares and says, “You dragged me out of the shower for that?!”
