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No. 71220
Anonymous
30th July 2022 Saturday 8:07 pm
71220
A billionaire bets a man a grand he can't pick his car out in a parking lot
They start with a normal parking lot, the man points out his red, 1967 Ford of a particular model, it doesn't matter which, I don't know much about cars and it's irrelevant, but the man spots it straight away.
The billionaire goes hold on, the premise for this joke doesn't really make sense, the cars have to be harder to tell apart than that for betting to make sense - double or nothing? The man, let's say he's Welsh, the Welshman, he agrees. This time the parking lot is full of only Fords. He's Welsh, and after a couple of minutes glancing about, he spots his car.
The billionaire says okay, double or nothing. Possibly the billionaire is a woman, or blonde, Irish, or Elon Musk. Again, not really important but that's what people usually are in jokes. The Welshman agrees. This time the parking lot is full of only 1967 Fords. The Welshman looks about for a few minutes, points his car out.
This time the parking lot is full of only red 1967 Fords. The Welshman spends about half an hour wandering around the parking spaces, finally he comes to a car, which, yes, it's that one. He's right.
The billionaire is stumped, says okay one more time. The Welshman agrees. This time the parking lot is full of red 1967 Fords, all from the exact same factory. The Welshman hums and haws, wanders around. Also, he has a janky leg. I didn't mention that before and it's fundamentally irrelevant but people often like their jokes to be familiar in some ways. That's not to say there's a disabled badge on the car or anything like that which would help him identify his car, for the purposes of this joke, there isn't. Okay?
So the Welshman is looking for his car in a carpark full of cars that are basically identical than his, to win money. I didn't bother to work out how much money it should be at this point, but that's the MacGuffin of the joke, the motivation from the basic premise. So he's looking for his red 1967 Ford something-or-other in a parking lot full of red 1967 Ford the-same-something-or-others that were all made in the same factory. Forty-five minutes later he points to a particular car. The billionaire is amazed. They're all identical, how could he possibly tell which one it was? The man looks at him. Laughs. Yes, they're all red, that's true. But this one is carmine.
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