As a man is driving his Ford Model T, his ride breaks down on the side of the road. The driver gets out, lifts the hood, but is unable to find the problem.

A limousine going down the same road pulls to the side of the road next to the Model T. To the amazement of the Model T driver, the passenger, not the chauffeur, steps out of the limousine, walks to the Model T looks under the hood and quickly fixes the problem.

The Ford driver didn't understand how a rich man would know anything about a Model T, let alone step out of his limousine to fix one. "How did you do that?"

"It's simple." The rich man answered. "I designed the Model T."

Jeanette Isabelle
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I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago, but I admire the sadism. -- Wednesday Adams, Wednesday