Problem Description
Boudreaux reached over and shook awake Thibodeaux, who had dozed off somewhere in New Mexico. "Where we at?" Thibodeaux groggily yawned.
"Not in Vegas, I gua-ran-tee, but could you get my knapsack?" Boudreaux asked, gesturing to the worn, leather backpack in the back seat of their cherry red Ford Miata.
"Why, is there a problem?"
"Just hand me my knapsack, problem or not."
Thibodeaux complied, glancing up as Boudreaux slowed the car to a stop in a line of vehicles approaching a toll booth. "1.65??Exactchangeonly,"Thibodeauxreadtheyellowsignonthefrontofasmallwoodenbuildingoccupiedbyalonetollboothoperator."Ihavetoget1.65 in exact change?" Thibodeaux asked, digging through the knapsack, "all I have are ten quarters, four dimes, and three pennies. I don't have any nickels . . ."
"Just give me five of the quarters and the four dimes," Boudreaux replie