Running Late

I told my boss I was running late. "Unless your ambition is to be fired," he said, "I want you here in a quarter of an hour." Seven minutes later I arrived at the carpark. He saw me, walked over to my car, and tapped on the window. "Why are you sitting behind the wheel and not coming into my office?" he asked angrily. I said, "I've still got eight minutes to go."


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