"No, that can't be right," Jason Abernathy said. His wife and children waited patiently for the corn dogs their father was trying to buy for them. ​

     The young woman behind the counter shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I've got to go with what my computer tells me, and it says you haven't got enough money to pay for this food."

     "That's impossible! You..." But, even as he spoke, Jason began to hear, from patrons at the other concession stands, the sounds of, "Not enough money? No way!" "I always keep at least a thousand..." "Check again!" "We're being ripped off! This place is taking all our money!"​

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