A Whole Hour 整整一小時

　　Mr. Brown arrived for work an hour late. His clothes were torn and tattered. He was banged and bruised, and he had one arm in a sling. His boss was purple with rage.

　　"It's ten o'clock," screamed the boss, "you were supposed to be here at nine. What happened?"

　　"I'm sorry," explained Mr. Brown, "I fell out of ten-story window."

　　"That took you a whole hour?"

　　布朗先生上班整整遲到了一小時，他衣衫不整，渾身青紫，一只胳膊上還打著繃帶。他的老板怒火沖天。

　　“現(xiàn)在已經十點了，”老板咆哮著，“你九點鐘就應該來的。到底發(fā)生了什么事?”

　　“對不起，”布朗先生解釋道，“我從10層樓的窗戶里摔下去了。”

　　“難道那也要用整整一個小時嗎?”