A woman always wanted an expensive car - a status symbol to drive around and
flaunt. She scrimps and saves, goes to the BMW dealer, and plops down many
dollars for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer enhanced dream-mobile.
She's driving off. Decides 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. Can't find the
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 right there in front of her. It's hooked into the onboard
computer and voice-activated. All she has to do is tell it what she wants to
He demonstrates: "Classical," he says, and "click" -- the
car fills with the sounds of Paganini.
"Blues," she says, and "click" -- a B.B. King classic
She drives off, amazed.
"Country," she says, and "click" -- a Garth Brooks tune
"New Age" and "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.
"Low-life, arrogant, self-centered scum!!!" she screams.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States."