The Time from the Train Drivers' Watches and the Station Clock

While I creating the previous post, I discovered another short piece I wrote not long before it.  I thought you might enjoy this piece.

In this piece, two train drivers, Chris and Danny, are asked by a small boy what the time is.

"What's the time?" Chris asked Danny, his pocket watch in his hand.
     Danny stepped into the cab doorway of Neil the steam engine, taking out his pocket watch, and looked at it.
     "Quarter to twelve."
     "That's what my watch says too."
     "Why ask?" Danny asked.
     "This laddie here has pointed out that the station clock says ten to twelve."
     "That means that your watches are slow."  The boy said in a cheeky manner.
     "Pardon?" Chris asked, looking scorn now.
     "I said, 'That means that your watches are slow.'"
     Chris and Danny looked at each other then at the boy.
     "We beg your pardon my young man," Danny nodded his head, "but our watches are correct."
     "No they're not."
     "Yes they are."
     "No they're not."
     "Yes they are so."  Chris mimicked the boy's voice, but failed on the accent level.
     "What's going on here?" A man, in a posh suit and coat, appeared through a gathering crowd.
     "Nothing sir."  Chris replied, "Just this young man says our watches are slow compared to the clock."
     "Their watches are slow Father," the boy shouted, "their watches say quarter to, the clock says ten to."
     "Father?" Chris and Danny asked, surprised, as the man looked at the clock, then his watch, the clock again and corrected his watch.
     "Good eyes my son."  The man patted his son's head.  "I'll get you a watch.  I've got a friend who owns a watch factory."
     "We've got a friend in a watch factory."  Chris spoke.
     "Really?" Asked the man, "What does he do?"
     "He sits about and makes faces."
     Everyone about who heard laughed at the joke, apart from the man and his son, their faces red.
     "What's going on here?" Asked the Station Master as he appeared at the front of the train, fighting his laughs.
     The man pointed at Chris and Danny.  "These two men say that their watches are correct and my son is wrong and spits out bad jokes to my social standing."
     "How are their watches wrong?" The Station Master asked.
     "How are our watches wrong?" Chris and Danny asked together.
     "Their watches are five minutes slow behind you stations clock."  The boy's father folded his arms with price, so did his son, both smirking.
     "Oh that old clock."  The Station Master smiled.  "That old clock hasn't worked in twenty years."
     "Son, get on the train, NOW!"
     "I think somebody just lost their chance for a watch."  Chris whispered to Danny, both grinning, watching the boy walk slowly embossed with a fuming father following behind in front of a laughing crowd, reconnecting his watch.  The two train drivers looked at their watches, twenty four seconds past ten to twelve.

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece and I hope to expand this piece later in the future.  I have already be working on Chris and Danny the steam train drivers.