How the Executive Lost His Classy Kicks...

One day an extremely well-dressed and successful young executive was driving to a meeting when he found that the front left tire on his Porsche was flat.

"What am I going to do?" he thought. But then he saw a gas station up ahead. It was a rundown shack with a grizzled man in overalls sitting on a porch with pools of oil, but at least it was a gas station; in the window was a large sign saying 'help wanted'. The executive drove up and got out of the car and explained the situation.

"Why sure!" said the mechanic "I'm lookin' for a boy to work for me and help me out, so we're kinda short-handed". He looked over the dapper, dignified and impeccably dressed executive's very expensive navy blue pinstriped business suit, his imported silk tie and gleaming cuff links and white shirt, his polished black shoes, his hundred dollar haircut and his $1500 briefcase.

'My name is Bud! You must be one of them executives!" said the mechanic. "I can tell by your classy kicks!"

"My WHAT?" snapped the exec.

"Your KICKS! Your SHOES! Mighty classy, sir!" grinned the mechanic.

"Yes. Well, the FIRST thing people notice are your shoes!" said the executive in a condescending tone, as he straightened his tie and checked the shine on his shoes. "My name is Mr. James Porter. I am making an important presentation today! My whole career depends on it. Now please get to work! What are you doing?!"

Bud was pulling out a huge pail of water. "You get a free car wash today, sir! I sure wish I had a boy to work for me - I gotta do this all myself! Do YOU know somebody to work her for me?"

"Of course not. Do I LOOK like someone who would know a GREASE MONKEY? And I don't have time for a car wash!" cried Mr. Porter.

"Now, don't worry! You upper class folks are always worryin'!" And at that moment, Bud's foot hit the pail of water, and it toppled over, completely soaking Mr. Porter's expensively shod feet.