Five Germans in an Audi Quattro arrive at the Italian
border.
>
>The Italian Customs Agent stops them and tells them:
>"It'sa illegala to putta 5 people in a Quattro."
>
>"Vot do you mean it'z illegal?" asks the German
driver.
>
>"Quattro meansa four" replies the Italian official.
>
>"Qvattro is just ze name of ze automobile", the
Germans
>retort unbelievingly. "Look at ze papers: zis car is
designt
>to kerry 5 persons."
>
>"You can'ta pulla thata one on me!", replies the
Italian
>Customs Agent.
>
>"Quattro meansa four. You hava fivea people ina your
car
>and you are thereforea breaking the law."
>
>The German driver replies angrily, - "You idiot! Call
your
>zupervisor over, I vant to speak to somevone viz more
>intelligence!"
>
>"Sorry", responds the Italian official, "he can'ta
come.
>He'sa busy witha 2 guys in a Fiat Uno.”
border.
>
>The Italian Customs Agent stops them and tells them:
>"It'sa illegala to putta 5 people in a Quattro."
>
>"Vot do you mean it'z illegal?" asks the German
driver.
>
>"Quattro meansa four" replies the Italian official.
>
>"Qvattro is just ze name of ze automobile", the
Germans
>retort unbelievingly. "Look at ze papers: zis car is
designt
>to kerry 5 persons."
>
>"You can'ta pulla thata one on me!", replies the
Italian
>Customs Agent.
>
>"Quattro meansa four. You hava fivea people ina your
car
>and you are thereforea breaking the law."
>
>The German driver replies angrily, - "You idiot! Call
your
>zupervisor over, I vant to speak to somevone viz more
>intelligence!"
>
>"Sorry", responds the Italian official, "he can'ta
come.
>He'sa busy witha 2 guys in a Fiat Uno.”