Pretzels

A little old lady sold pretzels on a street corner for

Twenty-five cents each. Every day a young lawyer would leave his office building at lunch time, and as he passed her pretzel

Stand, he would leave her a quarter but never take a pretzel.



This went on for more than five years. The two of them never

Spoke. One day, as the lawyer passed the old lady's 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 gone up to thirty-

Five cents."