Three young boys were sitting together at the school cafeteria lunch table, passionately arguing over whose father was the fastest man alive.
The first boy leaned forward, slammed his juice box down, and bragged, “My dad is definitely the fastest! He’s a professional bricklayer. When he accidentally drops a heavy brick from the roof of a 5-story building, he can sprint down the stairs and be standing on the ground level to catch it before the brick even hits the dirt!”
“Wow, that’s not bad,” the second boy admitted, shaking his head. “But my old man is way faster than that. He’s a champion professional archer. When he shoots a high-speed arrow at a bulls-eye target a hundred yards away, he can outrun the arrow and be standing right next to the target before it lands!”
The third boy took a slow sip of his milk, completely unfazed by their stories. He looked at his two friends and smiled condescendingly.
“Those are pretty quick, guys,” the third boy said. “But your dads don’t have anything on my old man. My dad works for the government as a public servant. His official shift ends at 5:00 p.m. every single day… and yet he manages to walk through our front door at home by 2:30 p.m.!”
