It was the end-of-year exam
to qualify for the prestigious
Top Class at school
and with his paper
spoiled brat Tommy
handed in a $100 note
to his teacher and winked with a whisper:
"A dollar for each point, Sir;
I know all about percentages"
The next day the teacher returned
the papers to the students
and marked bold on
spoiled brat Tommy's paper
was: 40%
And the teacher pointed to a $60 note attached
and he said with a wink and whisper:
"That's the change, Tommy -
a dollar a point, yeah"
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