As the highway patrolman approached the accident site, he found that the entire side of the BMW had been ripped away, taking with it the driver’s arm.
The injured yuppie, a lawyer obviously in shock, kept moaning, "My car, my car," as the officer tried to comfort him.
"Sir," the patrolman said gently, "I think we should be more concerned about your arm than your car."
The driver look down to where his arm should have been, then screamed, "My Rolex! My Rolex!"