When my car was stolen.

Today, a man came rushing into my office when I was working. He told me that someone had stolen my car. I ran outside in a panic, only to breathe a sigh of relief when I saw it wasn't mine. In fact, I’m so poor that I couldn’t even afford a bicycle, let alone a car. Thank God for making me too poor.

This is my true story which I wrote after taking four pegs of rum.