Today, I made Ten Dollars

Today, I made ten dollars. I sold an old board game to a man that drove a black Jetta. He texted me when he was outside. There was no one there. I called him. He told me to look for a black Jetta. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t close. It wasn’t even in the right city. I had given him directions to my cross street, not my house. He had arrived at an intersection in the next town over. My cross street does not exist there. I don’t know how he ended up there. The map only shows one location when searching for the cross streets I had given him. I was standing there. He was not. It was strange, and kind of annoying, but he chuckled and apologized and said he would be there in twenty minutes, if I could wait. There was another man on the corner dealing with bicycle issues. After hanging up, I approached him. Asked what happened. He told me his bike’s derailleur arm had broken. He was removing a length of chain to make it a rideable single-speed. I noticed he was using wire cutters to snip the…