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Hammer: How may I help you sir?

Rib Joint Customer: How much for an order of ribs?

Hammer: Two Fifty

Rib Joint Customer: Two Fifty? How many ribs do I get with that?

Hammer: Ahhh, about five

Rib Joint Customer: Five

[does math on his hand]

Rib Joint Customer: So I guess that's about fifty cents a rib, huh?

Hammer: Yeeaaa, about

Rib Joint Customer: K, lemme get one

Hammer: Right on

[yells to the cook]

Hammer: One order

Slammer: One order of ribs

Rib Joint Customer: No, no... no, no... one rib

Hammer: [Holds up finger] One. Rib.

Rib Joint Customer: I sure am hungry

Hammer: Uhhhh, make that... one... rib... to go

Slammer: One rib?

Hammer: One rib...

[sigh]

Hammer: What else?

Rib Joint Customer: You got any soda?

Hammer: [says slowly] One... dolla...

Rib Joint Customer: Aww, come'on now... look out for a brotha... man... come'on... Hey check this out, why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cents

Hammer: [Pissed] My cups cost more than fifteen cents!

Rib Joint Customer: Alright, F - - the cup, pour it in my hands for a dime

Hammer: [Grabs him by his shirt] Look you greasy hair Jheri curl wearin - - Pay me & get the hell out of my store

Rib Joint Customer: [Takes out change, counts it] ...

[Then, pulls out a HUGE wad of bills]

Rib Joint Customer: ... You got change for a hundred