You’re waiting to buy your newspapers. Your a newsie, but your new to it. You walk up to the man at the window and you pay for 20 papers. You count them.

“Hey, I paid for 20, you only gave me 19.”

The guy rolls his eyes and says, “Move along.” Then, a kid who looks around 17 walks up to you and counts your papers. He looks at the man.

“The kids right weasel. You only gave her 19. So just give her the last paper.”