- with permission, and inspired by a memory Alan J Ripley shared with me about his grand-son which I found was too precious... my attempt to render the moment that I can so easily visualize... oh, and the waiter was arguing it had to be 3 scoops, instead of 2... so yeah, a total and utter wanker, as the Brits would say ;) 

They were having a miserable time

At a chic restaurant where the

Meals were meant to be top of the line

Haute cuisine, but it was all horrendous.

As if that wasn't bad enough, the waiter

Was a bit stuck up about the menu and

Didn't believe patrons could make requests

As to what they prefer or want in their plate...

All the way down to how many scoops

Of ice cream there can be in the dessert!

It was so far from impressive, they knew

This would be the first and last time here.

However, at the end of this unpleasant

Experience, upon finishing their desserts,

Their little grand-child told the waiter to

Tell the chef that his scoops of ice cream

Were "the best meal he'd cooked today",

In his way to pass on his compliments.

The little child couldn't have known

How much that would make their day,

Oh, but did it ever.