Many years ago, my best friend and I were in London. I’d just completed a preliminary interview and fitness test for recruitment as an officer in the Royal Marines. We also had other interviews that day, he for Chartered Accountant with Arthur Andersens (now defunct after the Enron scandal). We were looking pretty sophisticated in our Balmain suits, bought for his wedding a few months prior.
We were walking through the City (the financial district) when a stunningly gorgeous blonde, pulled up at the traffic lights in a Ferrari 328 GTS. That was the equivalent car on those days. She’d got the roof down and was skimpily dressed. She looked at us, smiled and sped off to the next red light. We sprinted after her. We got there just as the lights changed and we got a wave and a blown kiss in the mirror. I said to my mate “which would you have, the bird or the Ferrari?” He said “clearly the car, you’d get plenty of fanny if you had a Ferrari!”
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Many years ago, my best friend and I were in London. I’d just completed a preliminary interview and fitness test for recruitment as an officer in the Royal Marines. We also had other interviews that day, he for Chartered Accountant with Arthur Andersens (now defunct after the Enron scandal). We were looking pretty sophisticated in our Balmain suits, bought for his wedding a few months prior.
We were walking through the City (the financial district) when a stunningly gorgeous blonde, pulled up at the traffic lights in a Ferrari 328 GTS. That was the equivalent car on those days. She’d got the roof down and was skimpily dressed. She looked at us, smiled and sped off to the next red light. We sprinted after her. We got there just as the lights changed and we got a wave and a blown kiss in the mirror. I said to my mate “which would you have, the bird or the Ferrari?” He said “clearly the car, you’d get plenty of fanny if you had a Ferrari!”
Nice story, Mr. Anonymous