Tip

A man was eating a meal at a restaurant. He checks his pockets and >leaves his tip – three pennies. As he strides toward the door, his >waitress muses, only half to herself, “You know, you can tell a lot >about a man by the tip he leaves.” >The man turns around, curiosity getting the better of him. “Oh, >really? Tell me, what does my tip say?” >“Well, this penny tells me you’re a thrifty man.” >Barely able to conceal his pride, the man utters, “Hmm, true enough.” >“And this penny, it tells me you’re a bachelor.” >Surprised at her perception, he says, “Well, that’s true, too.” >“And the third penny tells me that your father was one, too.”

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