Tuesday, 15 January 2008

A Fair Rate Of Exchange.

Jogging along in my best suit after a breakdown I came across a tramp who was searching through a litter bin.
" Do you have the time?" I asked him.
He took his arm out of the bin, rolled his dirty coat sleeve up and looked at his, (fake, I take it )Rolex.
" It's 08:40 sir," he replied. " Can you spare a quid sir towards a cup of tea?"
" Here's a tenner sir, have a good breakfast."
I was so pleased that he didn't shout at me or try to assault me. And I was glad that his Rolex was keeping good time. I made the interview with five minutes to spare.

I think I will try to look him up sometime.

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