Three teenagers are in the store, milling about at the front, picking out sticks of incense with some degree of difficulty (one repeatedly asks her boyfriend: "baby, help me?") . There might be a 100 IQ between the three of them.
"How much for incense?" one asks after a moment or so.
"$1.75 for a pack of ten" I reply.
The teen hands me a packet of sticks. "OK, I think this is ten."
I count the sticks in the pack. "Well, this is actually eight."
"So ... I can get more?"
"Yes. Two, in fact."
"Suh-weet!"
As my friend Andy is so fond of saying: "doomed, doomed."
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