The Million Dollar Mute

Summary

After eight years in sales, I was sick of talking.

So, I pretended to be mute and set up a street stall selling steamed buns. Customers just had to point.

"Miss... I want a meat bun," a little boy said timidly.

I handed him one. He wolfed it down in three bites.

When it was time to pay, he said he had no money.

I waved my hands frantically: No, no, you can't just not pay.

"Does that wave mean it's okay? Thanks, Miss!"

The boy bolted.

I wanted to shout, but I couldn't break character.

The next day, the boy brought a man. "Brother, this is the lady who helped me."