A timid little man…

A timid little man in a restaurant carefully touched the arm of a man putting on an overcoat. “Excuse me,” he said, “but do you happen to be Mr. Smith?””No, I’m not!” the man answered impatiently. “Oh. . . er. . . well,” stammered the first man, “you see, I am, and that’s his overcoat you’re putting on. “