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Henry blew his wife a kiss and walked out the door. The elderly man was running out to pick up a few items from the grocery store for dinner that evening, but unfortunately for him, the routine trip took a turn for the worse when he backed his pick-up truck into a brand-new Corvette in the store’s parking lot.
The young man who owned the sports car threw open his door, and in a frothing rage, began to point his finger at Henry, yelling slurs and making threats. “Look what you did to my Vette, you old geezer! You better have ten grand in your pocket or I’m gonna beat you unconscious!”
Obviously, this shook the old man up a bit. “Oh my, I, I don’t carry that kind of cash with me. But, well, just let me call my son. He trains dolphins and he’ll know what to do.”
“Dolphin trainer?” scoffed the angry young man. “Whatever!”
The old man pulled out his phone and dialed the number, but just as he began to speak with his son, the irate driver snatched the phone away from the old man. “So, you’re a dolphin trainer, huh? Well, your old man just trashed my Corvette! You better bring ten grand with you or I’m gonna beat both of you to a pulp!”
The voice on the other end of the line calmly replied, “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
Exactly 15 minutes later, a Jeep pulled on the scene, and a muscular dude hopped out. With no warning at all, he proceeded to put a vicious beatdown on the Corvette owner that left Henry smiling in relief.
With the loudmouth hooligan lying in a bloody heap near one of the cart returns, the Jeep driver walked over to Henry and said, “For the last time, Dad, I train SEALS, Navy SEALS! Not dolphins!”
