On an ordinary day in a quiet neighborhood, something truly extraordinary happened that turned a normal family’s routine upside down. It was just past 5 PM when a 17-year-old boy, dressed in his red and black Pizza Hut uniform,
parked a sleek black Porsche right in front of the family home. The body gleamed in the afternoon sun, the rims sparkled—it was a dream car.
From the living room window, his parents froze in disbelief. The mother dropped her teacup. The father jumped up, nearly knocking over the coffee table.
They rushed outside, hearts pounding, eyes locked on the luxury vehicle that absolutely should not have been there. “What on earth is this?!” the father cried, his voice slightly shaky.
The boy stepped out of the car calmly, as if it were just a bicycle. “It’s mine,” he said, casually. “I just bought it.” His mother stared at him, stunned. “You bought a Porsche?! With what money, for heaven’s sake?
You deliver pizzas three nights a week—you haven’t even finished high school!” The boy smiled. “I know. But I got a once-in-a-lifetime deal. It’s used. I got it for 20 dollars.” Silence fell. Even the birds seemed to stop chirping.
“Twenty… dollars?!” the parents echoed, their mouths agape. The mother nearly choked. “Who sells a Porsche for 20 dollars?!” The boy shrugged, unfazed. “A lady. A customer. She lives two streets up.
I delivered her pizza, and while giving me the tip, she asked if I wanted a Porsche for 20 bucks.” At this, the parents exchanged a panicked look. Something was wrong. This couldn’t be real. They needed answers—and fast.
They marched up the street, determined to uncover the truth. Outside a pretty flower-covered house, they found a woman in her forties gardening peacefully. She looked calm, relaxed—almost happy.
“Hello, ma’am,” the father began, polite but firm. “We’re the parents of the boy to whom you sold a Porsche for 20 dollars.” The woman looked up, her hands covered in soil, and smiled gently. “Oh yes. Very polite young man. Yes, I sold him the car.”
“But… why?” the mother asked, arms crossed, voice trembling with confusion. “A car like that… for that price?” The woman took a deep breath, then spoke calmly: “This morning, I got a call from my husband.
He told me he was going on a business trip to Florida. But in reality… he’s in Hawaii. With his secretary.” The parents blinked. “So… what does that have to do with the Porsche?” The woman smirked.
“Well, he asked me to sell his car and send him the money.” She stood up, removed her gardening gloves, and added, with a touch of irony: “So I did exactly what he asked.”
Another stunned silence followed. The parents didn’t know whether to be shocked, amused, or impressed. One thing was certain: their son had just made the most profitable pizza delivery of his life.
