No Smoking Allowed

No Smoking Allowed

I have a story to tell.

It happened at Austin's last night, after square dancing.

We always go there for ice cream with our friends Bernie and Dottie.

As we pulled into the parking lot I noticed one of our regular waiters

smoking outside the building.

He came over to take our order, and I said,

"Was that you smoking outside the building?!" "Yes."

Then I said something like, "Cigarettes will kill you, you know.

And I like you and I would be very sad if that happened. I think you should stop smoking."

He said, "OK." Just like that.

Later in the evening when he came back around to our table I said,

"If you're going to quit smoking you might as well give me your cigarettes."

And he handed over the pack.

Because it was mostly full

Bernie thought I should leave it on the table. No Way!

Then I had a brilliant idea...I had taken cookies to the Square Dance

and had about four dozen left over, so I sent Paul to the car to get them.

I asked one of the employees for a take-out container and put all the cookies in it.

On our way out I gave the cookies to that young man.

He acted pretty tickled about it, actually, and

shared with fellow employees, giving me the "thumbs up."

I was glad I had so many cookies left over because

it made for a better "trade." Also it was quite the coincidence

that I even had cookies at all, let alone think about giving them away.

I hope this story has a happy, successful ending.

Family Favorites: Snickerdoodles and Whirligigs.