A well-dressed business man was walking down the street when
a rough-looking little kid stopped him and asked, “Sir, can
you tell me the time?”
The gentleman carefully unbuttoned his coat and jacket,
removed a large watch from a vest pocket, looked at it and
said, “It is a quarter to three, young man.”
“Thanks,” said the boy. “At exactly three o’clock you can
kiss my foot!”
With that, the kid took off running, and with an angry cry,
the outraged businessman started chasing him. He had not
been running long when an old friend stopped him.
“Why are you running to like a maniac?” asked the friend.
Gasping and almost incoherent with fury, the business man
said, “That little brat asked me the time and when I told
him it was quarter to three he told me that at exactly
three, I should kiss his foot!”
“So what’s your hurry,” said the friend, looking at his own
watch. “You still have twelve minutes.”