Derek drove his brand new Mercedes to his favorite bar and put it in the parking lot in the back. He went inside where Beverly, the pretty blonde bartendress happily greeted him.
He bought a drink and went to sit down at a table.
A few minutes later, Beverly came running up to him yelling, "Derek! Derek! I was putting the trash out the back when I saw someone driving off in your new Mercedes!"
"Dear God!" said Derek, now on his feet. "Did you try to stop him?"
"No," said Beverly, "I did better than that! I got the license plate number!"
He bought a drink and went to sit down at a table.
A few minutes later, Beverly came running up to him yelling, "Derek! Derek! I was putting the trash out the back when I saw someone driving off in your new Mercedes!"
"Dear God!" said Derek, now on his feet. "Did you try to stop him?"
"No," said Beverly, "I did better than that! I got the license plate number!"