A well dressed business man was walking down the street when a little kid covered in soot said to him respectfully, “Sir, can you tell me the time?”
The portly man stopped, 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 ass.”
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 like this at your age?” 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 ass!”
“So what’s your hurry,” said the friend. “You still have ten minutes.”