Joke

My daughter, Mary, goes to extremes in caring for her new sports car. One afternoon we went to get gas. When the attendant asked what kind, Mary said, "Unleaded -- super. The best you have. And check the oil, please."

When the man found the car needed a quart, he asked, "What kind do you use?"

"I just want the finest," Mary said. "Whatever it costs. And look at the radiator too. It might need water."

"What does it take," the attendant inquired, "Perrier?"