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 it 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!”