A pretty well-dressed young lady stopped a taxi in a big square and said to the driver. “Do you see that young man at the other side of the square?” “Yes,” said the taxi-driver. The young man was standing outside a restaurant and looking impatiently at his watch every few seconds. “Take me over there,” said the young lady.

    Here were a lot of cars and buses and trucks in the square. So the taxi-driver asked, “Are you afraid to cross the street,” “Oh, no,” said the young lady, “but I said that I would meet that young man for lunch at one o'clock, and it is now a quarter to two. If I arrive in a taxi, it will at least be seen as if I have tried not to be late.”