timekeeping
Whilst standing at bus-stop many years ago a man waddled up the road and nervously stood next to me, hopping from one foot to the other.

A brief glance at his face confirmed that he was, how shall I say... 'devoid of mental wealth' ( retarded is such an ugly word).

After a few awkard minutes of him hopping about he turned to face me,

"Exthcuthe me!"
"Yes?"
"D-D-Do you know what time it ith?"
"No, I don't I'm afraid..."
"It'th quarter patht four"

He then ran off at break neck speed back down the hill he'd just lumbered up, presumably to go and tell someone what day it was.
( moonjam, Tue 11 Jan 2005, 21:02, Reply)