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'Gimme change for a dime!'


I had to laugh when the trucker in the diner asks for change for a dime so he can play the jukebox! Boy, have times changed!

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Me too! I can't think of a reason why anyone would need to break a dime these days.

"When you feed people crap, they lose their tastebuds." ~Henri Langlois

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Exactly.

What exactly could you get for only a dime anyway? Anything worthwhile a trucker would want, that is.



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"What exactly could you get for only a dime anyway?"

When I was a kid around 1960 I could get a bag of M&Ms, a bottle of Coca Cola, a Hershey bar, an ice cream cone, a comic book, a couple of postage stamps, a call on a pay phone, or a Saturday matinee at the local movie theater with a dime. "Detour" was made fifteen years before that, so the dime would have gone even further.

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Yarrite. That's an old joke in which you forgot the punchline: "But nowadays, I have to worry about those damn security cameras!"

Just thought I'd finish the joke for you.

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I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought that was funny.

"Destroy what is Evil... So that what is Good can Flourish"

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Local phone calls were a nickel.

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And U.S. Postage stamps, for regular mail, were only three cents.

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10 cents in 1945 = $1.26 in 2011 dollars. The $700 taken off Charles Haskell that Al gave to Vera = $8, 798 in 2011. The car dealer offered $1850 for the car or $23,251 in 2011 terms. Haskell’s dad was reported to be worth $15 million. That’s over $188 million to you and me in 2011!

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darvec

10 cents in 1945 = $1.26 in 2011 dollars.


I had estimated the equivalent in the $1.00 range. Still, it'd be a funny line to use at a diner/fast food place. I may have to try it sometime

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That line cracked me up too.
















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~ Barney Fife

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*Hobartz in the deepening gloom of his cluttered and cramped 3rd floor walkup office stares at the last sheet of paper in his battered Underwood sitting atop the scarred and aged workdesk, the flashing neon just outside the open window urging pedestrians passing below in the fog outdoors to "E t at Joe's... E t... Joe's... E t at Joe's"...

Hobartz pushes back his fedora with his thumb, then flexes his fingers at last and bangs out his magnum opus. "It's like this, see? A punk says "gimme" without saying please, he's likely to get socked in the puss by a short tempered tough guy or slapped across the mug by an offended dame. Film Noir is rife with not only questions of fate, but challenging fate by rudely phrased demands. I counted at least 3 potential fist fights just by crass phrasing alone"

Hobartz shakes out a Lucky and lips it, rereading his masterpiece while he crumples the empty pack and thumbnails a strike-anywhere. Satisfied, he squints as he fires up and then tosses the match out the window where it lands in the birdsnest hat worn by a high hair blonde, setting it smoldering as she enters Joe's to, presumably, E t.*

Can't accuse me of not getting into the swing of things, huh? 😊

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