A London banker parks his brand new Porsche in front of the office 
to show it off to his colleagues. As he's getting out of the car, a 
lorry comes speeding along too close to the kerb and rips off the 
car door, zooming off without stopping. 
More than a little distraught, the banker grabs his mobile and calls the police.

Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before the policeman has a chance 
to ask any questions, the man starts screaming hysterically: 'My Porsche! 
My beautiful silver Porsche is ruined. No matter how long it's at the panel 
beaters it'll simply never be the same again!'

After the man finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in
disgust. 'I can't believe how materialistic you bloody bankers are,' he 
says. 'You lot are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice 
anything else in your life.'

'How can you say such a thing at a time like this?' sobs the Porsche
owner.

The policeman replies, 'Didn't you realise that your right arm was torn
off when the truck hit you.'

The Londoner looks down in horror. ‘Oh ' he screams... Where's 
my Rolex????...'