Xanfarow had been driving all night and by morning, he was still far from his destination. He decided to stop at the next city he reached, and parked somewhere quiet so that he could get an hour of sleep. As luck would have it, the quiet place he choosed happened to be one of the citys major jogging routes. No sooner had he settled to sleep, there came a knock on his window. He looked out and saw a jogger running in place. Yes? Excuse me, sir, the jogger said, Do you have the time? Xanfarow looked at the car clock and answered; 8:15. The jogger said thanks and left. Xanfarow settled back again, and was just dozing off when there was another knock on the window, it was another jogger. Excuse me, sir, do you have the time? 8:25! The jogger said thanks and left. Now Xanfarow could see other joggers passing by and he knew it was only a matter of time before another one disturbs him. To avoid the problem, he took out a pen and paper and put a sign in his window saying; I dont know the time! Once again he settled back to sleep. He was just dozing off when another knock came on the window; Sir, sir, It is 8:45! One word for Xanfarow.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 18:41:25 +0000
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