The action took place in the center of New York City, where the financial behemoths stood like monoliths of wealth and influence. In her lavish Rolls Royce, the height of luxury, a young aristocratic woman, elegance personified, pulled up to one of the city’s biggest banks. As it squeaked to a halt in front of the imposing entryway to the bank, the shining car stopped people in their tracks.
She stepped out of her opulent car with assurance and entered the bank’s marble foyer. The well-groomed personnel, used to serving wealthy customers, responded to her requirements right away.
“Hi, Sir. The woman said with confidence, “I would want to take out a loan using my Rolls Royce as collateral.
The banker raised an eyebrow despite having seen his fair share of transactions and being interested by this request. “Yes, sir. What much of money must you borrow?
The woman replied with a smile, “$500.00, please.
The banker was visibly shocked as he took in the available valuable collateral. The car is easily worth $200,000, ma’am! Are you sure that’s all you want is $500?
The woman informed him that she just need $500 with absolute assurance. She pledged to come back in 30 days and make a complete payment of the loan sum plus interest.
The banker put his professional manner and continued to be perplexed by the circumstances. He prepared the necessary paperwork, had the woman sign it, and gave her the small payment. He then gave the go-ahead for the luxurious Rolls Royce to be driven down to the vault and safely deposited there as collateral by the bank’s security team. He couldn’t help but joke with his colleague at what he thought was a really odd choice.
The woman vowed to return to the bank in exactly 30 days and did so with $534.00 in hand. The principal of the loan and interest for one month were paid with this sum.
The banker could no longer contain his curiosity as he awaited the removal of her scrupulously preserved Rolls Royce from the safe vault of the bank. He questioned, “May I ask why you used your $200,000 car as collateral for a $500 loan?”
I didn’t actually need the $500, the woman said, leaning closer and grinning. I needed a safe place to park my cherished car because I was leaving the country for a month. Cheaper than everywhere else in New York, $34 is.
The banker was rendered speechless, and the room was filled with admiration and amazement. It served as a reminder that practicality and thriftiness may occasionally succeed in the world of high finance, even if they do so in a dazzling Rolls Royce.