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 is 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 important 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 wiping down the table and swallowed hard at what she saw.
There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, was her tip: 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.
Thought for the day:
For the little boy, leaving a tip made him feel better as a person.