Tomorrow I’ll be you

“Tomorrow, I’ll be you!” an angry young man called out to the businessmen in suits walking down the street.
“What did he mean by that?” one of the suits asked another.
“Probably that he will soon be out of college and after our jobs,” another answered.
“I bet I know what he means,” a third replied.
“What?” asked the first suit.
“That he will be an asshole,” the third said.
They all laughed, and started to cross the street. As soon as they were half way across the intersection a truck caring broccoli hit them.