A blonde woman wanted an expensive car: a status symbol to drive around and be seen in. So she scrimps and saves, goes to the BMW dealer, and drops several years income on a brand new state-of-the-art, computer enhanced, kick-ass, dream mobile.

She's driving off in her new dream car. She wants some music and searches for the radio. The dashboard looks like a control panel at NASA. She fiddles with this button, that gizmo... jiggles these and those, but finally gives up. She can't find the radio to turn it on.

Furious, she races back to the dealership and screams at the salesman. Tells him they forgot to install the radio. He assures her it's there, hooked into the onboard computer. All she has to do is to speak her wishes.

He demonstrates: "Classical," he says. *click* The car fills with the sounds of Paganini.

"Blues," she says, and *click* a B.B. King classic plays.

She drives off amazed. "Country," she says, and *click* a Garth Brooks tune comes on. "New Age" *click* Yanni at the Acropolis snaps on.

She's so captivated by this new toy that she isn't paying much attention to the road. Another driver runs a light and cuts her off. "ASSHOLE!!!" she screams. *click* "Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, Bill Clinton."

Submitted by Rene Schwietzer.