Once upon a time, 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 – her tip.
Source | Eugene Pacetti & Jessica Robin Cooper, Heart, Laughter, and Sentiment, page 129
PONDER AND CONSIDER
- To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer. | attributed to Mahatma Gandhi
- The little boy couldn’t have the sundae, because he wanted to secure enough coins to leave her a tip. That was a tip to her and here’s a tip for the rest of us: let us remember those who serve us on a daily basis. Even if they don’t remember you or don’t even know you it is radically human to show appreciation in some shape or form, for service received.