Miss Kubick, a pretty secretary, just returned from a magnificent vacation in South America. She walked into the foreign-exchange section of her Detroit bank and dropped a wad of foreign currency on the counter. The teller counted it carefully and gave her 68 cents in exchange.
"Do you mean to tell me that's all I get?" gasped the Polish girl.
"I'm afraid so," said the teller. "That's the legal exchange rate."
"Damn. And like a fool I gave him breakfast, too."
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