Jamole The Fat Cat

The thick Indian burst into laughter and gagged his mouth.

“Please, cousin don’t take the words of this pauper seriously,” he gestured at him from head to toe, “Take a look at him, just take good look at him. Does he look like one that can afford a square meal let alone a Porsche? This is one of those paupers that give us headache with their false lifestyle.

The wife cut in, “Do you know he came on a scooter? That is the scooter over there.” She pointed across the road. “This poverty stricken thinks we are bluffing. I guess we will use him as a scape goat so that others can learn. We have had enough of them.”

“That is Porsche Panamera.” The lanky Indian reminded Jamole through stern burning eyes. “Each is worth $2 million. That car is meant for fat cat and not for paupers…”

Jamole interrupted him, “Yeah, the two of them are worth $ 4 million am I right?” He shook his head in affirmation and pushed forth his credit card, “I need them. Here is my credit card for payment. Withdraw the $