A man goes into a restaurant and sits down at one of the tables.A waiter comes up to him and gives him the menu.
The man reads it carefully, then he orders all the most expensive dishes.
Then a small boy comes into the restaurant and sits at the man’s table.
The waiter comes up and says to the man, “What will your little boy like? sir?”
“Oh, just an ice cream.” the man tells him.
After he finishes his meal, the man stands up and says to the waiter, “I’m just going out to buy a newspaper.”
He leaves the restaurant. The waiter gives the boy an ice cream.
The boy eats it, and then stands up and walks to the door.
The waiter runs towards him. “Excuse me,” he says, “but your father hasn’t come back and he hasn’t paid for his meal or your ice cream. You’d better stay here until your father comes back and pays his bill.”
“He’s not my father,” the boy says. “The man came up to me in the street and asked me if I liked ice cream.”
“I told him I did. Then he told me to come into the restaurant at 2 o’clock,and sit down at his table. He said he would give me one.”