Race day at Cunnamulla. Crowds of people everywhere you look.

A bloke pushes his way through the people around one of the bookies.

"M-m-mate," he stutters, "I b-b-backed a f-f-five t-t-to..."

"Go on, get out of the way will you?" the bookie responds. "Can't you see I'm busy."

The bloke goes but shoves his way in again within a couple of minutes.

"Hey, m-m-mate, I t-t-tell ya I b-b-backed a f-f-five t-t-t..."

"I'm getting a bit annoyed with you. Get! Now! I'm busy."

Once more the bloke goes but almost immediately turns back and pushes his way in.

"HEY! I'm t-t-trying t-t-to t-t-tell ya I b-b-backed a f-f-five..."

The bookie interrupts, pulls a $20 note out of his pocket and says, "Here. Now piss off. You're wasting my time!"

The bloke seems satisfied, walks off towards the race track entry. Meets his offsider who asks, "How'd you go, mate?"

Bloke says, "Well, I t-t-tried t-t-to t-t-t-tell him I b-b-backed a f-f-five t-t-ton Isuzu into his M-m-mercedes and he g-g-gimme $20...!"