A 17-year-old boy who works part-time at Pizza Hut drives up to park in front of the house in a beautiful Porsche

A 17-year-old boy who works at Pizza Hut comes home driving a Porsche, stunning his parents. “Where did you get that car?” they ask, bewildered.

“I bought it today,” the boy replies calmly. His mom, concerned, demands, “With what money? You can’t afford a Porsche!” The boy explains, “It’s used, and I got it for $20.”

Shocked, his mom asks, “Who would sell a car like that for $20?!”

“The woman up the street,” he answers. She offered it to me when I delivered her pizza.”

Curious and angry, the parents visit the neighbor, demanding an explanation. The woman calmly explains, “My husband ran off to Hawaii with his secretary. He asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money—so I did.”

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