An Expensive Taste

Paul and I examined the menu posted on the wall of the Ice Cream Parlor one night, trying to decide what we could purchase for a quarter.

The server waited patiently, talking with a nearby custom. Ice cream is a rare treat, making the correct choice imperative.

I can only surmise the server and customer watching us, found our decision-making effort noteworthy.

The customer swiveled, faced us and said, “select anything you want on the menu.”

“Really?”

“Yes, anything!”

My cousin, “a chocolate soda.”

Upon consideration, “a banana spit!”

They laughed. I had just selected the most expensive item: $1.25.