A model for us all

I was waiting on new brake pads and new tires and thus had to — had to, no choice — eat lunch at a great burger joint. It’s always a treat, a rare one, to go there. As I ate, I noticed a man, obviously grandfather-age, with three young kids in a booth. Everyone had a ice cream cone — cake, not sugar. At one point this man held his cone sideways — the ice cream that had been on top was all gone — and said “Flashlight.” The kids were delighted.

On my way out I stopped at their table and mentioned the flashlight trick. “Sir, you are a model for us all,” I said. I had taken him by surprise and had to repeat what I had said. He thanked me.