A young 17-year-old boy who worked part-time at Pizza Hut pulled into his driveway one afternoon—and nearly gave his parents a heart attack.

Parked neatly in front of their modest home was a sleek, gleaming Porsche.

His parents rushed outside, staring at the luxury car as if it might vanish any second.

“Where did you get that car?” his mom and dad demanded at once, their voices a mix of shock and disbelief.

“I bought it today,” the teen replied calmly, locking the door and slinging his delivery bag over his shoulder as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

His mother crossed her arms, worry quickly turning into anger. “With what money, young man? We know exactly how much a Porsche costs—and you can’t afford one!”

The boy shrugged. “It’s used. And I got a really good deal. It only cost me twenty dollars.”

There was a long, stunned silence.

“Twenty… dollars?” his mom finally gasped. “Who on earth would sell a car like that for twenty dollars?!”

“The woman up the street,” he answered casually. “I don’t know her name—she just moved in. She ordered a pizza, and when I delivered it, she asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for twenty bucks.”

That was all it took.

Furious, confused, and certain their son had been dragged into something illegal, the parents marched straight to the neighbor’s house, ready to demand answers—or call the police if necessary.

To their surprise, they found the woman calmly kneeling in her front yard, planting flowers as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

The boy’s father cleared his throat, trying to keep his temper in check.
“I’m the father of the kid you just sold a sports car to for twenty dollars,” he said firmly. “And I need an explanation.”

The woman looked up from her gardening gloves, wiped her hands, and smiled serenely.

“Well,” she said, “this morning I received a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip in Florida. Turns out, he ran off to Hawaii with his secretary—and he doesn’t plan on coming back.”

The boy’s mother blinked, confused. “I’m… sorry to hear that. But what does that have to do with selling our son a Porsche for twenty dollars?”

The woman paused, then smiled even wider.

“My husband called to tell me to sell his brand-new Porsche and send him the money,” she explained sweetly. “So… I did.”

And with that, she returned to planting her flowers—while two stunned parents slowly realized their son had just made the deal of a lifetime.