A man with a big Rolls Royce (or a stretched limo if you prefer) is driving
along on a hot, hot day when he passes this little car, bombing along, top
down, with the cooling breeze blowing through the driver's hair. "Air
Conditioning" shouts the Sprite driver as the Rolls goes by. Not to be outdone
the Rolls owner goes straight round to the dealer and orders an expensive air
conditioning system.
A few days later he passes the Sprite again. This time it is parked up under
a tree and the driver is leaning back enjoying a snooze. Hell, look at that
fella, he can sleep in his car he thinks, and goes back to the dealers.
Spends thousands of pounds (Dollars/ bucks / pesatas) getting the chassis
lengthened even furthur and having a huge double bed installed in the back.
Next day is pouring with rain, but, keen to show off his latest addition to
the Rolls, he sets off to look for the Sprite owner. Sure enough he soon
finds the little car parked up at the side of the road in the torrential rain,
windows all steamed up (Any Spridget owner will immediately recognise this
situation, except possibly those of you in California) He jumps out of his
Rolls and rushes over to the Sprite, hammering on the window, which after a
moment or two is opened an inch or two. "My car's just as good as yours" he
says "now I can sleep in my car too. I've had a huge luxurious double bed
fitted"
At this the Sprite driver is annoyed, "you mean to say you got me out of the
shower just to tell me that !"
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