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>mere 10 dead
You're glowing, asshat.
>>3636765 (lb)
Central headquarters–saved for last.
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Three sailors arrived at the check-in counter of a small motel. They asked the manager for a room all three of them could stay in for the night. He replied that he had one vacancy and it would be $30 for overnight lodging. The sailors paid $10 apiece, took their key and left the lobby, heading off to their room.
After a few minutes, the manager began to feel a little guilty.
"Sam," he said to the bellhop. "Come over here. I want you to do something for me."
"Yes sir. Be right there."
The manager reached into the tip jar and retrieved five one-dollar bills. After a moment, the bellhop walked up to the counter.
"Whatcha need, boss?"
"I've been thinking. Those guys are all about protecting our country. The least I could have done was cut them some slack on the nightly rate." He slid the five ones across the counter toward Sam. "I want you to take this back to them and say that it's 'compliments of the management' for a job well done."
"Gotcha," Sam said and he scooped the bills off the counter.
He counted the bills as he headed for the door. On the long walk down the parking lot to the sailors' room, Sam had a stark realization.
Uh oh, there's three guys. This $5 ain't gonna split too evenly. Someone's gonna get shorted. Let's see… so far, they each paid $10 apiece. If I give 'em $1 apiece, they will only have paid $9 each for the room. They'll like that. I'll pocket the other $2 and everybody will be happy—especially me.
So that's how it played out. But here's the riddle: The room was $30. Each sailor coughed up $10 to cover it. The bellhop refunded them $1 apiece. Therefore, they only paid $9 apiece—$27 in total (3 times 9 is 27 for the math-challenged). So if the sailors paid $27 and the bellhop pocketed $2, (27+2=29) where's the 30th dollar?
Any sauce? from others, maybe?