pants, the muscles… but one thing confused me.” He raised an eyebrow. “What confused you?”
“Well,” she said seriously, “I just don’t understand why they were fighting so hard over 25 cents.”
Her boyfriend blinked. “Twenty-five cents? What are you talking about?”
She explained, “They flipped a coin, right? One team got it. But then the entire game, everyone kept shouting ‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m sitting there thinking… it’s only 25 cents!”
He stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter, realizing she had no idea that a quarterback wasn’t literal spare change.
