An elderly, white-haired man walked into a jewellery store one Friday evening with a beautiful young blonde at his side.
He told the jeweller he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. The jeweller looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000 ring. The old man said, “No, I’d like to see something more special.” The jeweller went to his special stock and brought another ring over. “Here’s a stunning ring at only $250,000,” he said.
The young lady’s eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. The old man seeing this said, “We’ll take it.”
The jeweller asked how payment would be made and the old man stated, “By cheque. I know you need to make sure my cheque clears so I’ll write it now, and you can call the bank on Monday morning to verify the funds and I’ll pick the ring up on Monday afternoon,” he said.
On Monday morning, the jeweller ‘phoned the old man and said “Sir, there’s no money in that account.” “I know,” said the old man, “but let me tell you about my weekend!”
I am elderly, what little hair I have on my head and the beard that I keep are both white. That is possibly why my nephew Simon has sent this story to me. He is likely to be disappointed that I never did get an opportunity to do something as dramatic as the guy in the story, which I could reproduce here as part of my eventful past. At my age, it is hard enough to remember things that happened yesterday!
The most recent weekend that I remember very well is the visit last weekend, of my nephew, niece in law, and their two lovely little daughters. One three years old and the other just seven months old. You can see what a weekend I had.
The three young ladies and the inimitable nephew, left me, my father and Ranjan feeling lost for the next three days. Si, that is how your Periappa spends his week ends when possible. Saves a lot of money that way!
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