The truckie grins and says, “Well, you see, every time I leave the house, I ask the emu for the exact amount of money I need.”
The waitress stares at him, confused. “But… how does he know the exact amount?”
The truckie laughs and says, “Easy! The emu’s a bird brain, but he’s *excellent* at change!”
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