I was delivering a pizza today when a five-year-old boy answered the door. This is what happened:
Me: "Um... it's sixty-nine fifty-two."
"Would that be sixty-nine dollars and fifty-two cents?"
"Yes it would be."
"I have one hundred and thirteen dollars."
"Wow. That's quite a bit of money."
"Yeah, I'm saving it up until I get two thousand dollars."
"What are you going to do when you have two thousand dollars?"
"Buy a bunch of stuff."
"You're gonna spend it all?"
"Yeah. Well, all of it except one hundred and thirteen dollars."
"Okay. So you're gonna leave off where you started."
"Yeah. My dad has nine hundred dollars in the bank."
Just then the boy's dad comes around the corner with the money for the pizza and looks at me like I'm a con artist.
Me, in a joking tone: "He's quite the informant."
Him, sounding suspicious/annoyed: "Yeah."
Me, sticking with the ironic tone: "He's been giving me all kinds of valuable information."
Him: "How much do I owe you?"
