Bruce Lee platted a dime in the upturned
palm of a reporter.
i' m going to try to pick that dime out of your
palm. Don' t let me do it," Lee cautioned.
Lee' s fingers poised above the reporter' s
upturned palm, then suddenly Lee grabbed.
Lee was too slow The reporter' s fist closed
with the speed of a steel trap...
Hey," Lee marveled, "youve got pretty fast
reflexes." The reporter blushed
becomingly "Let me see that dime,"
Lee asked. The reporter opened his fist.
Lee was holding
in his palm was a penny.