A kid stops a random guy on the street:
“Hey mister, what time is it?”
The man politely checks his watch:
“2:45.”
The kid smirks.
Takes a step back.
“Cool. At exactly 3:00… you can kiss my *ss.”
And he takes off running.
The man FREEZES for a second.
Processing.
Then—
He LOSES it.
Starts sprinting after the kid.
Full rage mode.
People are staring.
He’s out of breath.
Sweating.
Still chasing.
Suddenly, an old friend grabs him:
“Yo—why are you running like that??”
The man, gasping:
“That little punk said at 3:00 I could—”
(he explains everything in one breath)
The friend slowly looks at his watch.
Looks back at him.
“Relax… you still got 10 minutes.”
