The Million Dollar Mute
Language: en
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." The man pressed…