Last chicken

A meat counter clerk, who was drunk and had a particularly good day, proudly flipped his last chicken on a scale and weighed it.

“That will be $6.35,” he told the customer.

“That really is a little too small,” said the woman. “Don’t you have anything larger?”

Hesitating, but thinking fast, the clerk returned the chicken to the refrigerator, paused a moment, then took the same one out again.

“This one,” he said faintly, ” will be $6.65.”

The woman paused for a moment, then made her decision. “I know what,” she said, “I’ll take both of them!”

A butcher, feeling a little tipsy after celebrating a great sales day, proudly placed his last chicken on the scale.

“That’ll be $6.35,” he announced to the customer.

The woman frowned. “Hmm… that’s a bit small. Do you have a larger one?”

Thinking quickly, the butcher nodded, put the chicken back in the fridge, waited a moment, then pulled out the exact same one.

“This one’s a little bigger,” he said smoothly. “It’s $6.65.”

The woman thought for a moment, then smiled. “Perfect! I’ll take both!”

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