6:43 pm

• Two men, Jimmi and Fran, are standing around out the front of the local waterhole, each with a smoke in hand, killing time before the band to starts, when another man approaches them. This Stranger stands near them, lights a smoke and then turns to Jimmi after taking a few drags.
• Stranger: Do you have the time? I have a lady to meet here at seven.
• Jimmi: Sorry, I don't.
• <The Stranger looks down at Jimmis wrist and the watch attached to it>
• Stranger: You have a wrist watch though?
• Jimmi: Yea I do.
• Stranger: Can you tell me the time then?
• Jimmi: No I cannot, It's --
• <The Stranger, short tempered at the best of times, interrupts Jimmi.>
• Stranger: Do you not like me for some reason? Do I repulse you in some way that stops you from telling me the time? Do I smell? It's my smell isn't it?! It's only Calvin Klein.
• Jimmi: No, it's nothing like that. I just --
• <Interrupting again; the fuse grows shorter.>
• Stranger: You have a wrist watch and yet won't give me the time. Fuck man! Why are you being a prick to me for?
• Jimmi: I'm not being a prick to y--
• <And shorter still...>
• Stranger: Then why won't you tell me the time?
• Jimmi: Cause I don't know the time.
• Stranger: If you just looked at your fucking wrist watch you would.
• Jimmi: If I did that I'd just be lying to you.
• Stranger: Huh? Wa-Why's that?!
• Jimmi: Cause my wrist watch doesn't work. I just wear it for looks. The gals love a man with a pair of fine shoes, an expensive looking watch and a suit to match.
• <Jimmi winks>
• Stranger: OH. Oooh...
• <Jimmi nods slowly and smiles. The Stranger, looking slightly embarrassed now, takes a drag of his smoke to hide his face. Then Fran finally jumps into the conversation>
• Fran: I have the time.
• <Silence, both the Stranger and Jimmi look to Fran.>
• Stranger: And why didn't you just pipe up earlier before I lost my nut?
• Fran: You never asked me the time.