The young man in the battered car tried to run a stop sign, and almost careened into a silver Cadillac. The driver of the Cadillac, a stout, bald man in a white shirt and golfing pants, reared out of his door and began screaming obscenities that you could hear a block away. The young man sat and listened impassively. Then the older man, clutching his chest, fell silent and began to get back into his car.
The young man then called out, "Let me ask you something. How did you get where you are today?"
The older man waved a hand dismissively. "It's all who you know. Took me 25 years." Then he drove off.