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."