In a small, sun-drenched village, there lived an elderly man known for his sweet, juicy watermelons. Every morning, he set up his humble stall with a handwritten sign that read : 1 for $3, 3 for $10.
One bright afternoon, a curious young man approached the stall. He studied the sign intently, a mischievous glint in his eye. After a moment, he decided to buy three watermelons, but he paid for each one separately, handing over $3 each time.
As he was about to leave, he turned back to the old man with a triumphant grin. "Hey, old man," he called out, "do you realise I just bought three watermelons for $9 instead of $10? Maybe business isn't your strong suit."
The old man, with a twinkle in his wise eyes and a gentle smile, murmured to himself, "People are amusing. Every day, someone thinks they've outsmarted me, yet they always end up buying more watermelons."
He watched the young man walk away, chuckling softly.
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