I saw God the other day at a car dealership. He was standing in front of a brand new, silver Porsche 911.
“Here,” he says and he hands me the keys, “Take it for a ride. See if you like it.”
So I do, and of course I like it, it's the best damn car I've ever driven. Then he tells me maybe I can keep it.
“Try it out for a few weeks,” he says, “Let me know what you think.”
A few weeks pass and I see God again.
“So, how do you like the car?” he asks me.
“Are you kidding? I love it! I could go on about it for days! Thank you so much!”
“Good. Good,” he says, “Now, I need the keys back.”
“Huh?” I say completely dumbfounded.
“The keys. I need the keys back. That one's not for you.”
“Well, which one is?” I stutter.
“Eh, I don't know yet. Why don't you walk for now?”
And, as I'm walking away with my head bowed and my dreams crushed, I see a man walk up to God. God hands this man the keys to my car and the guy drives off, peeling out of the parking lot.
And my car is gone...
My dad actually owned an older 911. It wasn't shiny, reliable, or what you probably imagine when you think 911, but it was a Porsche. He sold it when I was 15 1/2 before I had my permit. I never Drove it :(
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