Re: A Problem To Solve :-

On 5/12/24 18:13, Physfitfreak wrote:

 Within only the rest of that day, in fact, Houthis sank two Israeli ships as a result. Whatever code it was that they'd created, together with that special number, had done their jobs right :)
 What was that number and how did Physfit find it?
   

Physfit, thought to himself, "I don't even have an idea how long it is that I haven't eaten. Surfing through all these layers of realities makes it impossible for me to find out. So perhaps I can eat right away!"
Physfit:  "Is there any restaurant around here?
Houthis:  "Plenty of them. Just go out to the street that you see from this window and walk along, and choose :) "
Physfit:  "Well, last time I thought I ate in one of them I ended up in your enemy's country, USA!"
Houthis:  "We don't remember you having gone outside this compound. You came here about 10 am today and have been here since!... "
Physfit:  "Oh, I see. That dream I had while sleeping on this chair explains it."
Houthis:  "None of the restaurants out there sell pork or alcoholic beverages. We hope you don't mind that."
Physfit:  "I don't mind that one bit :) "
Physfit stood up and walked to the door and got out of the compound. Quite contrary to what he remembered from the dream, the weather was pretty chilly! He began walking to the street, and then from there along it, telling himself he must enter the first eating place he finds before freezing his ears off.
A couple of minutes later he realized the temperature was just too low and the breeze too biting for him to continue like that. But he noticed he had reached an apparel shop which seemed to be offering some clothes in addition to what Arabs wore. He entered the store and went straight to the section what sold European style clothing.
Freezing cold pain in his ears were already tapering off. He found the pullover section and zeroed in for waist 32 inch, sleeve 34 inch V-necks. Saw a nice thick 100% woolen with wonderful Yemeni Sitara patterns and immediately fell in love with it. It had a striking resemblance to the yearly colorful sweaters his mother knitted for him all along his childhood and teen years, to help him cope with full three months of bitterly frigid winters of Tehran. Took it to the cashier, intending to wear it right after paying for it.
Cashier said, "19 Dinars please". Physfit took out his wallet and discovered that the only form of money he carried were several bills of 3 Dinars each. He placed 7 of them on the counter.
The cashier said, "Unfortunately all I have at the moment is 5 Dinar bills. Any way you could pay the exact amount?"
Physfit looked inside wallet for the credit card but found none! It must've also been part of that dream.
Physfit:  "All I have, also, are 3 Dinar bills."
Cashier:  "... Hmm... How many 3 Dinar bills do you have?
Physfit began to count them.
Physfit:  "40 of them. All 3 Dinars each. But, how many 5 Dinar bills do _you_ have?"
They both smiled, noticing both were contemplating on resolving this by the same method. Cashier began counting his bills.
Cashier:  "I have 20 of them."
So with a little bit of loud thinking on both sides, they found a way to pay the exact 19 Dinars for the pullover. Physfit wore it over his shirt right away, removed the price tag, and thanked and stepped outside in the freezing cold feeling a bit better prepared than what just a thin summer shirt could provide.
Two hours later, he was back in the compound with his stomach having a ball with the course of Mandi he had had, complete with that tangy side of Fahsa. It was like his stomach was showing the middle finger to all the goo-ridden crap-looking tasteless food he could put his hands on in the USA.
Physfit noticed the nice pullover again and got a bit curious. He took out his notebook and began jotting down some numbers and stuff. In about 5 minutes he knew exactly in how many different ways he was able to pay for the 19 Dinar pullover a few hours back.
Show the work that determines in how many different ways Physfit could pay for that pullover.