When are people going to learn not to mess with seniors? They’ve been through thick and thin throughout their lifetime and are much more experienced than the youth. They know how to be witty and many times their comebacks either leave us speechless or make us burst out laughing, like in this case.
We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the ‘Senior Special’ was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $2.99.
“Sounds good,” my wife said, “but I don’t want the eggs.”
“Then I’ll have to charge you $3.49 because you’re ordering a la carte,” the waitress warned her.
“You mean I’d have to pay more for not taking the eggs?” my wife asked incredulously.
“Yes,” said the waitress.
“I’ll take the special, then,” my wife said.
“How do you want your eggs?” the waitress asked.
“Raw and in the shell,” my wife replied.
She took the two eggs home and baked a cake.
Woman made fun of this kid’s prayer – his reaction was priceless
Last week, I took my kids to the restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads, he said, “God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!”
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman say, “That’s what’s wrong with this country. Children do not even know how to pray today. Asking God for ice cream, why I never!”
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked, “Did I do it wrong? Is God angry with me? ”
When I held him in my arms and assured him that he had done an excellent job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, “I know God thought that was a great prayer.”
“Really?” my son asked.
“Cross my heart,” the man replied.
Then in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), “Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.”
Of course, I bought ice cream for my kids at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, then did something I will remember the rest of my life.
He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, “Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes, and my soul is good already.”