I like to buy my groceries once a week at the local grocery store. This week when I was unloading my foodstuff in the trunk of my car, a youngster approached me and asked if I had the time. On looking at my watch I informed him it was fifteen minutes until three o'clock.
"Oh, thank you, mam", he replied. "And at exactly three o'clock you may kiss my butt".
And with that he skirted away across the parking lot.
Greatly incensed, I grabbed my walking stick from the trunk of my car and proceeded to chase the disrespectful youth across the parking lot. During this frantic chase I chanced to meet my friend Bertha, who promptly asked me where I was going in such a hurry.
"That young brat I've been chasing just told me at three o'clock I could kiss his butt", I replied.
"Well, why are you in such a hurry", she asked? "You still have fifteen minutes.
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