As retold by
Bruce Lowitt
Beryl Tucker, one of the ten wealthiest me in Manhattan, stops at his bank
and applies for a $3,000 loan, putting up as collateral his $95,000 classic
Ferrari Testarossa.
The bewildered bank president approves the loan and has a vice president move
the car to a secure spot in the building's underground parking lot and cover it
with a tarpaulin.
Twenty-nine days later, Tucker returns, repays the loan plus the interest.
The bank president has an employee bring the car to the front door, but says,
"Mr. Tucker. I can't imagine a man of your wealth needing a three
thousand-dollar loan. May I ask why?"
"Oh, I didn't need the cash," Tucker says. "But where else in New York could
I park my car for a month for
$250?"
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