A blonde walked into a New York City bank to take out a $5,000 loan before heading off on vacation.
The banker asked politely,
— “Of course, ma’am. What would you like to use as collateral?”
— “My Rolls-Royce,” she replied.
The banker blinked.
— “Your Rolls-Royce… worth about $250,000? For a $5,000 loan? Seriously?”
She nodded confidently and handed over the keys. The bank staff chuckled behind the counter, but everything checked out. The car was real. The title was clean. So they parked it in the bank’s secure underground garage for the next two weeks.
When she came back from her trip, the woman repaid the $5,000 plus $15.41 in interest. One of the employees finally couldn’t resist asking:
— “Ma’am, forgive me for being curious, but we ran a cr*dit check. You’re a billionaire. Why on earth did you need a $5,000 loan?”
She smiled.
— “Tell me, where else in New York can I safely park my Rolls-Royce for two weeks for just $15.41 — and be absolutely sure it’ll still be there when I get back?”
