A young, rich lawyer had a very bad car crash. The porsche was a write-off but even worse, the lawyer’s arm had been severed. When the paramedics arrived, they heard him whimpering,
“My car, oh my poor car.”
“Sir,” said one of the helpers, “I think you should be more concerned about your arm.”
The lawyer looked round and seeing just his shoulder, exclaimed,
“Oh no, my rolex, my rolex.”