When my Niece was about six, we bought her an Ice Cream Cone at an independently owned place..
You guessed it, the first lick and the Scoop of Ice Cream hit the floor. No five second rule with the Wife standing there. LOL
She stared at the now empty cone and started sobbing. The girl behind the Counter just looked at us. She didn’t even offer to replace the overpriced Scoop of Ice Cream, nothing.
I cleaned up the mess on the floor with some napkins and paid for another Scoop, in a Cup this time around.
Never frequented that place again.
MY favorite trick. When we see a little old lady dining by herself I tell the waiter to give me the check and tell the little old lady it was from a secret admirer.