In the days when an ice cream sundae cost
much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel
coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a
glass of water in front of him.
“How much is an ice cream sundae?”
“50 cents,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket
and studied a number of coins in it.
“How much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he
inquired. Some people were now waiting for a
table and the waitress was a bit impatient.
“35 cents,” she said brusquely.
The little boy again counted the coins. “I’ll have
the plain ice cream,” he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill
on the table and walked away. The boy finished
the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed.
When the waitress came back, she began wiping
down the table and then swallowed hard at what
she saw.
There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were
15 cents – her tip.
Miss Anyetta. Thank you.
anyetta 