As a stockbroker gets out of his BMW, a car slams into the door, shearing it off. When the police arrive, the stockbroker is apoplectic. "See what that idiot did to my beautiful bimmer?" he shouts. "Do you know what this car cost?" "Sir," says the officer, "you're so worried about your car that you haven't even noticed that your left arm was ripped off." The stockbroker takes a look where his arm once was and screams, "Where's my Rolex?!"
