A little Durban humour about an Indian fellow and his beloved Porsche

An Indian fellow by the name of Jay 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 truck comes speeding along too close to the kerb and takes off the door before speeding off.

More than a little distraught, the Indian grabs his mobile and calls the police. Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, the Indian starts screaming hysterically:

"My Porsche, my beautiful black Porsche is ruined. No matter how long at the panel beaters it'll simply never be the same again!" it's ruined
After the Indian finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in disgust:

"I can't believe how materialistic you bloody Indian fellows 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?", snaps the Indian.

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

"The Indian looks down in absolute horror "F***ING HELL!!!!!!" he screams........ "Where's my Rolex????..."