The big guy bought one of those Powerball tickets last week. The one with the guaranteed $1.2 billion that someone might win.
Him: When I win I’m going to buy you that Tesla.
Me: That would be GREAT! The one with the Insane button?
He stopped. He looked at me and slowly shook his head side to side.
Him: No. There is nothing about that that is a good idea.
Me: What? I drive good.
Today, during lunch, I stopped by the Tesla dealership. They don’t have the coupe anymore, just the four-door. I hate sedans.
A reporter from Bloomberg walked in and asked me if the falling stock market influenced my decision on buying the car.
I told her, “No.” Then I gave her a fake name for her story.