One of my fav stories

Always remember those who serve

Back in the days when ice cream cost a few cents, a 10 year old boy walked into a hotel coffee shop and sat down. The waitress placed a glass of water in front of him and asked what he wanted.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked.

“Fifty cents,” she replied.

The boy took out his coins and studied them.

“How much for a plain dish of ice cream?” he asked. By now, there were other customers waiting for tables and the waitress was getting impatient.

“Thirty five cents,” she answered abruptly.

The boy counted out his coins again, and said, “I’ll have the plain ice cream please.”

The waitress brought the ice cream, left the bill on the table, and went to serve the other customers. The boy ate his ice cream, paid the cashier, and left. When the waitress came back to clear the table, tears welled up in her eyes. There, neatly placed beside the empty dish were two nickels and five pennies. The boy couldn’t have the ice cream sundae because he had to have enough to leave her a tip.