A big-city counterfeiter decided the best place to
pass
off his phoney $18 bills would be in some small hick Texas town. So, he got into
his new wheels and off he went.
He found a tiny town with a single store. He entered
the store and handed one of the bogus bills to the man
behind the counter. "Can you change this for me, please?" he said.
The store clerk looked at the $18 bill a short time, then smiled and told the
man, "Ah reckon so, Mister. Ya want 2 nines or 3 sixes?"
