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Oscar drove his brand new Mercedes car to his favorite sporting goods store. He parked it outside and went in to do a little perusing with Alice, his regular salesperson.

Alice was a pretty blonde, and as Oscar walked into the store, she happily greeted him. He told her he'd like to look around alone a little before he would be needing her help. She obliged and let him do his thing.

Five minutes later, Alice came running up to him yelling, "Oscar! Oscar! I just saw someone driving off with your new Mercedes!"

"Dear God! Did you try to stop him, Alice?"

"No," she said, "I did much better than that! I got the license plate number!"
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