A young boy about ten entered a coffee shop located off the lobby of a swank downtown hotel. When he sat down at the counter, a waitress came by, slammed down a glass of water and brusquely asked, "What can I get you son?"
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"One dollar and fifty cents," she snapped.
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small amount of coins and studied them. "How much would a plain dish of ice cream be?" he asked.
By now several well-dressed people had entered the coffee shop and were waiting for tables. The waitress harshly replied, "One dollar."
The boy counted his coins again, then said, "I'll have a plain ice cream."
Wanting to get rid of the kid, the waitress quickly brought out his ice cream, dropped it on the counter in front of him, then set the bill next to it and quickly walked away. She never bothered to returned to see how he was doing. When the boy finished his ice cream, he picked up his bill, paid the cashier and walked out.
Noticing the kid finally left, the waitress walked over to the counter and picked up his dish. When she went to wipe down the counter, her eyes teared at what she saw. There, stacked neatly beside his empty dish, was one quarter, two dimes and a nickel. The kid actually had enough for a sundae but chose not to get it because then he wouldn't have had enough to leave her a proper tip.
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