This is a discussion on How to park in NYC for $23. within the Off Topic & Humor Discussion forums, part of the The Back Porch category; His name was Bubba, he was from South Central Louisiana ..... and he needed a loan, so....... he walked into a bank in New York ...
His name was Bubba, he was from South Central Louisiana ..... and he needed a loan, so....... he walked into a bank in New York City and asked for the loan officer.
He told the loan officer that he was going to Paris for an international redneck festival for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000 and that he was not a depositor of the bank.
The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of security for the loan, so the Redneck handed over the keys to a new Ferrari. The car was parked on the street in front of the bank. The Redneck produced the title and everything checked out. The loan officer agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and apologized for having to charge 12% interest.
Later, the bank's president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh at the Redneck from the south for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral for a $5,000 loan.
An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari into the bank's private underground garage and parked it.
Two weeks later, the Redneck returned, repaid the $5,000 and the interest of $23.07.
The loan officer said, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out on Dunn & Bradstreet and found that you are a Distinguished Alumni from LSU, a highly sophisticated investor and Multimillionaire with real estate and financial interests all over the world.
Your investments include first tier Oil & Gas holdings, hundreds of thousands of acres in 8 states, a large number of wind turbines around the country . What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"
The good 'ole boy replied,
"Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be there when I return?"
His name was BUBBA.... Keep an eye on those southern boys!
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