A child stops a random man on the road:
“Hey mister, what time is it?”
The person politely checks his watch:
“2:45.”
The child smirks.
Takes a step again.
“Cool. At precisely 3:00… you may kiss my ass.”
And he takes off operating.
The person FREEZES for a second.
Processing.
Then—
He LOSES it.
Begins sprinting after the child.
Full rage mode.
Individuals are staring.
He’s out of breath.
Sweating.
Nonetheless chasing.
Out of the blue, an previous pal grabs him:
“Yo—why are you operating like that??”
The person, gasping:
“That little punk mentioned at 3:00 I might—”
(he explains the whole lot in a single breath)
The pal slowly appears at his watch.
Seems to be again at him.
“Calm down… you continue to received 10 minutes.”
