For the last eighteen years of so, Elder has been sensitive to any statement or question that implies a lacking in his moral code.
For the last ten years or so, he has loaded his bookcases with medals from regional and state math competitions, as well as spending a week for several summers at math camp.
For the last six months or so, he has worked at a local ice cream shop.
One might wander how these truths interconnect in one simple story. Well…
Last weekend, a customer walked into the shop with a coupon. She and her husband ordered the two ice creams named on the coupon but then added four additional toppings, two more than the coupon allowed. So, when he tallied up her bill, she immediately objected to the higher than expected price.
He tried to explain the coupon and the pricing.
She would have none of it.
“She didn’t believe me,” Elder later complained to his father. “She basically called me a liar. And then,” he continued, his ire rising exponentially to the insult, “then she questioned my math.”
And it all went downhill from there.
Whatever the axiom may be, when you involve Elder, the customer is not always right.