A hot-shot New York lawyer treated himself to a brand-new Ferrari — fully loaded with every extra imaginable. Nappa leather, top-of-the-line sound system, the works. It was a high-speed palace on wheels, and he couldn’t wait to show it off.

He parked right outside his office so everyone could admire it.

As he swung open the driver’s side door, an eighteen-wheeler roared past and ripped the door clean off. 

“No! My Ferrari! My Ferrari!” he cried, knowing that no matter how good body shop at repairs,would never be the same again.

A police officer rushed over to check on him.

The lawyer, still sitting in the car and near tears, shouted,
“The door of my lovely Ferrari has just been destroyed by some ignorant driver!”

The officer looked at him carefully and said,
“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?”

“Yes! But what does that have to do with my car?”

The officer replied,
“You lawyers are so materialistic. All you care about is your prestige and possessions. You must have been holding the door when it was hit — I bet you didn’t even realize you lost your arm.”

The lawyer looked down at his side…

And screamed,

“MY ROLEX!”