Hi, my name is Vivian the Vespa and I am worth $5,000 Canadian dollars. My owner (who loves me very much) pampers me with my very own reserved parking space. Notice how much legroom I have. What’s that you ask? Please slow down. Let’s have some champagne.
Jeeves! Jeeves? Now where is that lazy butler?
Never mind, he must be letting the gardener in. Where were we? Oh yes, you were asking how much my parking space costs. Well, normally these details are handled by the staff but I did overhear them the other day as they were gossiping about the dog’s leash designer — they have new diamond encrusted ones, you know. Don’t know why they bother, honestly, what with our gated community and all.
Anyhow, I hate to beat around the bush, but time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?
OK, I’ll tell you, but I hope you won’t think less of me… save that for my book signing charity gala for the endangered billionaires.
Are you ready?
$1,128 per year.
I know, right? But pennies in a pond. I mean, in approximately 5 years, my doting owner would have paid more for it than me!
Wait a minute. Do you think he knows that? Do you think he’ll want to upgrade to a newer model? A young blonde?
I’ll kill him. No. I’ll have him killed.
Life insurance happy dance!