This is from an old story, back in the '30s, 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?" the little boy asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The
little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins he
had. "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
very 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 money to leave her a tip.
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