Ten Dollars is Ten Dollars

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Albert and Sylvia always made it to the county fair each year.

There was a crop duster who made extra money giving airplane rides in his plane because it was the off season. He charged ten dollars to ride two people.

Every year, Albert would say to Sylvia, “I’ve always wanted to ride in a plane. Let do it together!”

But Sylvia was very thrifty. She would always say, “Ten dollars is ten dollars. That’s a lot of money to just ride up and come down in the same place and not go anywhere.”

So each year Albert gave into her reasoning. Ten dollars is ten dollars.

One year came around, and Albert had just turned 70 years old. “I just gotta get a ride in a plane before my life is over. It is my birthday y’know.”

But Sylvia had the same logic. “But ten dollars is ten dollars, honey.”

The pilot overheard them and remembered then from previous years. He had an idea.

“Tell yall what,” the pilot said, “I’ll take yall up and not charge you if you can go the whole ride and not make a sound.”

Sylvia never could resist a discount, so they agreed and got into the crop plane.

The pilot took to the sky and did loop-de-loops and all kinds of swoops and acrobatics. He never heard a peep from the couple in the back seats.

After landing, the pilot called back and said, “Well, I didn’t think yall could manage it – but you didn’t make a peep. So the ride’s on me.”

And Alfred said, “Well, I was gonna say something a while back when Sylvia fell out…

… but ten dollars is ten dollars!”

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