Rich Little Girl Sees Old Man Being Kicked Out of Restaurant and Rushes to Him into Severe Cold — Story of the Day
The patrons of a prestigious Boston tea house watch approvingly as an old homeless man is kicked out into the cold, but then one little girl stands up.
It was one of those bitterly cold Boston Sundays when the wind cuts like a knife, but the Rolson family, Hank, Frieda, and their nine-year-old daughter, Evie, were sitting snug and warm in their favorite teashop, The Queen’s Teapot, enjoying a lovely afternoon tea.
The Queen’s Teapot is justly famous for its wonderful scones with cream and strawberry jam, and its dainty delicious proper British sandwiches — ham and cucumber and pate and salmon. What the Queen’s Teapot wasn’t known for was the kind of customer that walked in through the door that fateful afternoon.
The man sat in the freezing cold, while inside the patrons drank hot tea and nibbled scones | Source: Shutterstock.com
The manager was running a complacent eye over the tables full of well-dressed and well-heeled customers, all drinking and eating to their heart’s content, when her eye snagged on the man shambling through the door over her lovely Persian carpet.
He was thin and pale as death, his face thickly covered by an unkempt beard, while his trembling body huddled in the thinnest of coats. “Please!” The man touched a passing waiter on the arm with a skeletal hand. “Please help me!”
The manager stepped forward and confronted the man. “Sir, I must ask you to leave. These premises are for customers only!”
The man turned towards her, hope in his hollow eyes. “Please,” he whispered, “I’m freezing. Could you give me something warm to drink and a piece of bread?”
The Queen’s Teapot was famous for it’s English-style tea and scones | Source: Unsplash
“I said,” the manager stressed, “Get out.”
The man looked at her and whispered. “I’ve been on these streets for seven years, but today I think I might die if I don’t get warm.”
The manager pressed her lips together. “Don’t give me sob stories, mister, I’ve heard them all!” she snapped. “There’s a homeless shelter three blocks down, go sell your snake oil there!”
By then the customers had noticed the little exchange between the beggar and the manager. One elegant older woman said to her husband, “Really, the homeless are shameless! To come into a place like this! It’s outrageous!”