Fred

Not too far away from my house there's a 'home' for older people with mental/family problems, or something along the lines of that. It's behind my old school, and I've seen it a few times. You'll learn why I've mentioned it later in this post.

Figure out this riddle.

Today, I decided that I would just have a stand selling chocolate, no lemonade.

I had one customer who bought one chocolate bar.

Each chocolate bar costs 2$.

I earned 10$ in the end.

How did I do it? Scroll down to find out. :)

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An old, nice man named Fred was my first and last customer.

He only had 10+ dollar bills, which were wrapped around a pocket knife.

 I watched as he handed me $10.

Without requesting change, he left my stand with one chocolate bar.

I sat there with the $10, happy.

I've seen Fred before when I was selling lemonade. When I went inside out of excitement, my dad told me about the place I first mentioned.

Not to mention he made sure someone was watching me while I did my stand. :)

Thank you, Fred, for your random act of kindness and making sure I was safe.