The Dolphin Trainer
An elderly gentleman in Florida gently taps the back of a shiny new sports car while pulling into a grocery store parking space. Out jumps a much younger man, red in the face, fuming.
“Do you see what you did to my car?!” he yells. “You’re gonna give me $10,000 right now, or I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”
The old man, calm as can be, replies, “Son, I don’t have that kind of money on me... but let me call my boy—he trains dolphins. He’ll know what to do.”
“Dolphins?” the man scoffs. “Yeah, sure.”
The old man dials his son, but before he can say much, the angry driver snatches the phone away and barks, “So you train dolphins? Well, your old man here just hit my car, and if I don’t get ten grand, you’re both getting a good old-fashioned beating!”
The voice on the line responds coolly, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Exactly ten minutes later, a Jeep screeches into the parking lot, and out steps a rugged, broad-shouldered man in combat boots. Without a word, he walks over and gives the hothead a thorough education in manners.
When the dust settles, the son turns to his father and says, “Dad, how many times do I have to tell you? I train SEALS. Navy SEALS. Not dolphins.”
