Continued
"Let me see the money," the man says. He holds it up to the
light and looks at it carefully. "It's not fake."
"So how'd he get the money, then?"
The man looks hard at the waitress. "Are you doubting me?"
The waitress looks scared and apologizes quickly.
"C'mon kid, let's bust this joint." You follow the man out
of the coffee shop. "So confidentially," he asks, "how
didja get the money?"
"It's a long story, and you wouldn't believe me if I told
you."
The man laughs. "That's ok, there'll be plenty of time later for
you to tell me your professional secrets. How would you like to help
me run my family business?"
"This little creep here"--the waitress points at
you--"was tryin' to pass some fake money on me."
