They Thought Their Son Stole a Porsche—Until He Said He Bought It for $20
When seventeen-year-old Ryan pulled into the driveway in a black Porsche, his parents were stunned. How could their part-time-pizza-delivery son afford a luxury car? “Twenty dollars,” Ryan said casually. His mother’s jaw dropped. “Twenty dollars?! Who sells a Porsche for twenty dollars?!” That question sent them storming down the street, demanding answers from the woman who sold it. They found her in her garden, calm but weary, and what she told them about her husband, a betrayal, and the Porsche changed everything. She looked up with a tired smile and said…
When seventeen-year-old Ryan pulled into the driveway in a sleek black Porsche, his parents froze. For a second, they thought it was a prank—or that he’d stolen it. But there he was, windows down, one hand on the wheel, the other casually resting on the door like he did this every day.
His mom burst out the front door. “Where on earth did you get that car?!”
Ryan stepped out, cool as ever. “I bought it.”
His dad narrowed his eyes. “With what money, exactly? You work part-time at Pizza Hut.”
