Every Friday, David Goldberg brought his little son Michael to the local diner for dinner as a reward for getting good grades in school. There was only one catch: Michael had to order off the children's menu. This was their weekly routine for years. This was their weekly routine for years, and even after Michael was too old for the children's menu, he continued ordering from it, and nobody questioned it.
One day, David and Michael got a new waitress. "Sir, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, but your son is too old for the children's menu. It's for children under 12, and, well, your son looks to be about 15-16."
"Excuse me?" questioned David. "We've been coming here for years, Miss, and it's never been a problem."
"I'm very sorry, sir, but it's policy. If we let your son order from the children's menu, then we'll have to let everybody."
"Well I'm not paying those prices. I'll just take my business elsewhere." With that, the Goldbergs abruptly left the restaurant.
On Sunday, David was reading the local paper and as he turned the page he saw a big ad from the diner. It read: "Now offering 50% military discount off your check". David, rubbing his chin, thought to himself "Hmm, that gives me a fucken idea."
The following Friday, Michael asked his father if they were going to a different restaurant for supper. He replied, "Actually son, we're going to the same place we always do. Go put on your ROTC uniform."