Ricky Buys A Soda
by Jeff Valure
"What the?"
"What's the matter?"
"The register went dead."
"So?"
"I'm going to have to get a manager over here."
"What?! I don't have time to stand around."
"It will only take a second. Let me just pick up the intercom. What the?"
"What's the matter?!"
"The intercom's dead. Now what am I going to do?"
"Here, the soda's seventy-five cents."
"The scanner's not working."
"There's a price on the bottle. It says seventy-five cents."
"But there's tax."
"There's no tax on food."
"There's tax on soda."
"What's the tax?"
"I don't know. Like seven something."
"Excuse me, tax is seven and a quarter percent."
"Thank you, ma'am. Tax is seven and a quarter percent."
"So what's that make?"
"You're the cashier, you tell me."
"I don't know. Let me try the intercom again. Maybe if I bang it against the register, one of them will start working."
"Here's eighty-five cents. Okay? I'm leaving."
"Wait! There's also a deposit..."The Question.
Did Ricky give the cashier enough money to cover the soda, the tax, and the deposit? Prove your answer. (Hint: There's no tax on the deposit.)Answer The Question. Write the title of the story as the subject of the email.
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