Five Dollar Sausages

Reuben - "I gave you a 'sauge so now you can give me five dollars."

Paul - "You gave me a sausage and you want five dollars?"

R - "No, Dad.  A 'sauge.  I gave you a 'sauge so now you give me five dollars."

P - thinking... "You gave me a MAssage.  And I'm not giving you five dollars."

R - "But Dad."

P - "I'd give you five cents, but not five dollars."

R - "But I want dollars."


I overheard a conversation that went something like this and I was cracking up.  Reuben is really into this entrepreneur business.  (Was that use of 'business' a pun?  And why do writers always apologize for using puns?  Just use the pun and let the readers enjoy the humor, I say.)

As to businessman Reuben...  He needs to learn to set up his deals before doing the work.  Although it reminds me of crossing the Mexican border back into San Diego and while one is waiting for the border patrol dogs to sniff her car, Mexican men come around and clean her windshield then expect payment.  You know what I'm talking about?

Happened in Belize City too.  When this local guy came across some tourists (us, for instance) he would tell some dramatic, entertaining story about something;  I can't remember, but Paul probably does.  So then the tourists would clap or laugh or somehow acknowledge the greatness of his storytelling and turn to leave when Prince Charles, as he called himself, would become pushy and declare his deservedness of significant payment for his efforts.  Meanwhile, locals look on, shaking their heads.

Dear Reuben, don't become a tricky businessman.  It's irritating.  Thank you.