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?" he
asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The
little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain
dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting
for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied." The
little boy again counted his 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 left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped
down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty
dish, were two nickels and five pennies - You see, he
couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have
enough left to leave her a tip.