Match Seller | |
January 13, 2014
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She was a match seller. She was a young girl and sold matches in downtown. Her matches sold well. One day an old man came to her and asked, "What are you selling?" She replied, "I'm selling matches." The guy said, "What? Nowadays smokers don't use matches, they use lighters, and housewives don't use matches because they use electric ovens. Who buys your matches?" The match seller girl winked mysteriously and said in a husky voice, "Men like you." "What?" the man felt shivers as the young woman said this and asked, "What for?" The girl replied nonchalantly, "I don't know." The man said, "What do you mean 'I don't know'?" The girl replied, "I don't know why they buy my matches but when they buy my matches, they grin and even tip me." "Tip?" the man said with an inquiring impression and asked, "Why do they pay tips?" The girl said, "I don't know but I've heard some of them say that they enjoy something when they light a match." The man became very curious and thought deeply about the match. Suddenly he hit He grinned and asked the girl, "How much is one match-stick?" The girl said, as if she was making fun of him, "Where do you come from? Nowadays, nobody sells matches by the stick." The man looked to be offended but said, "Ok, ok. So, how much for one box?" The girl took out a small match box from her bag, and said, "Only one hundred dollars." "What?" the guy shouted. The girl started to leave, saying, "I don't have a shortage of customers." The man stopped her and paid one hundred dollars and hurriedly lighted a match. Soon, he noticed that the match was a plain, normal match, and looked up at the girl. But the girl was already approaching another man. |
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