A little old lady sold pretzels on a street corner for 25 cents
each. Every day a young man would leave his office building
at lunch time and, as he passed her pretzel stand, he would
leave her a quarter, but would never take a pretzel.
This went on for more than five years. The two of them never
spoke.
One day, as the man passed the old lady's pretzel stand and
left his quarter as usual, the pretzel woman spoke to him, "Sir,
I appreciate your business. You are a good customer, but
I have to tell you that the pretzel price has increased to 35
cents." |
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