Time

A well-dressed business man was walking down the street when Little
Johnny, 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 Johnny. "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 has 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."