On their first date my Grandfather took my Grandmother to an ice cream parlor.
He wasn’t a wealthy young man.
He had saved for weeks for this date.
As they were perusing the menu he was making suggestions about what to order based on his finances.
A soda was 5¢, how about a dish of ice cream for 10¢?
Nope, not my Grandma!
She ordered the most expensive item on the menu, half a cantaloupe filled with ice cream for 35¢!
My Grandfather’s comment was,” Boy Ruthie, you sure know how to order!”
He loved telling that story.