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What Time Is It
Exhausted from driving,a
traveling salesman stopped in this one town,and pulled over to get an hour or
two of sleep.
But,as luck would have it,the quiet place he chose
happened to be one of the streets that the majority of the towns people used to
take their daily run.
The salesman had barely pulled over,and gotten
comfortable when a jogger was knocking on his window,asking,"Excuse me,but
do you have the time"
The man looked at the car clock and
answered,"8:15."
The jogger said thanks and left.
The man settled back again,and was just dozing off
when there was another knock on the window and another jogger.
"Excuse me, sir,do you have the time"
"8:25!"
The jogger said thanks and left.
Now,the man could see other joggers passing by and
he knew it was only a matter of time before another one would be disturbed him.
Hoping to solve his problem he took out a pen and paper and put a sign in his
window saying."I do not know the time!"
Again he settled back to sleep,and was just dozing
off when there was another knock on the window.
"Sir,sirIt's 8:45!"