It's 3am, and the man is driving his brand new BMW
M3 CSL down the N1 at
240km/h. He's two minutes away from home when he
sees a car on the side of
the road, on its roof, and flames all around.
There's no one else in the area, his cell phone
reception is dead, so he
stops his car. Sure enough, there's a beautiful
woman in the car, but
she's bleeding to death. The guy reckons "screw it"
and rushes home to
fetch a blanket. He gets back, puts the blanket on
the back seat of his
M3, and puts the woman on the blanket. He then
rushes her to the hospital.
Six months she lies in the hospital, and he is with
her every day and
every night. He donates blood to keep her alive.
Eventually, she recovers
fully, and they get married.
Life is cool for a few years, until one day she gets
fed up and decides to
leave him. His love of money is obvious, and she
feels like a trophy wife.
As she comes down the stairs, struggling with her
two suitcases, she
reaches into her pocket for the keys to the Jaguar.
Sure enough, he stops
her before she reaches the door, and asks "What are
you doing?"
"I'm leaving you," she says.
"Oh really, and how are you going to leave? The keys
in your hand are for
the Jaguar I paid for. It's my car. You're not
taking it anywhere."
"Fine," she says, and throws the keys at him.
"And those bulging suitcases? The clothes you're
wearing? Everything, I've
paid for. They are my suitcases and my clothes.
You're not taking them any
where."
"Fine," she says, and throws the suitcases at him.
She strips down
completely and throws her clothes at him too.
"And the blood in your body? I sat with you for six
months in the
hospital. You know half of the blood is mine. You're
not going anywhere."
She whips out her tampon and says "I'll pay you back
in monthly
installments."
