A young female stock broker was bored of driving her BMW. It seemed that all the rest of her colleagues were driving one as well. She fancied something a which showed off her personality a bit more, "Perhaps a MG convertible," she thought to herself.

That week she visited her local car dealer and spotted a beautiful Jaguar convertible. It was perfectly restored and she fell in love with it's gorgeous red paint job. A quick swipe of her credit card and off she was, driving down the leafy country lanes enjoying her hot new car. Her long blonde hair was flowing in the wind, music blaring from the radio, what could go wrong?

With that there was a jerking from the engine and the car slowly rolled to a stop. She got out, lifted the hood and realized, after staring at the engine for a few minutes, that she didn't have a clue about cars.

Luckily she had her mobile phone with her and a quick phone call to AAA and a short wait saw a bright yellow van pull up behind her.

"That's a nice car," says the AAA man. "What seems to be the problem with it?"

"Well it just died, I'm afraid," she replied.

"Let me have a look," he said. He set to work and five minutes later the engine was running smoothly once again.

"Oh goody!" she said. "What was the matter?"

"Simple really, just crap in the carburetor," he replied.

Looking shocked she asked, "Oh, okay. How many times a week do I have to do that?"