The boy of ten was sipping his favorite strawberry soda at McDonalds
when his pal strolled in. The boy looked up from the drink
and said, “Thought you were over
at Jenny’s house.”
“I’m through with girls,” the other said, “after all,
a dime a dozen.”
“You mean it?” – the boy again halted his
sipping. “A dime
a dozen? Gee whiz. And all this time, I’ve been
spending my money on sodas.”