Always remember those who serve you.
>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 tohave enough left to leave her a tip.