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“No,” she said.
He reached across the table for her hand and tried to slide the ring on.
She pulled her hand out of his.
“No,” she said again.
They sat for a while. Neither touched their wine or spaghetti.
People at other tables tried not to stare, but they did.
She was the first to leave.
He waited a bit before he got up and left.
“No charge,” whispered the maitre’d.
He nodded, and got into his car.
“They let you?” she asked.
He nodded morosely.
“Good. Now give it back. And don’t ever forget again – your wallet.”
Source: Another enjoyable read from Laurence Simon at oneadayuntilthedayidie.com, slightly edited. Image from openclipart.com (j4p4n).
September 18, 2015 1 Comment
The cruise ship docked at a Mexican port during a very high tide.
Everyone on board was forced to use the ship’s narrow gangplank as a passageway to the dock far below.
The staff stood motionless when a passenger in her 70s appeared at the top of the plank. There wasn’t room for anyone to assist her, so she edged along slowly and finally made it to the dock safely, to everyone’s relief.
As she stepped down, she turned, looked back to the top of the gangplank and shouted,
“It’s okay; you can come down now, Mother.”
Source: raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ and the image from europeforvisitors.com/
September 6, 2015 1 Comment
Dr. Drobkin was a world-famous cardiologist who earned his undergraduate, graduate, and medical degrees in his hometown and then left for Manhattan where he quickly rose to the top of his field.
Soon he was invited to deliver a significant paper, at a conference held in his hometown. He walked on stage, placed his papers on the lectern, but they slid off onto the floor.
As he bent over to retrieve them, at precisely the wrong instant, there was an unfortunate accident – he ripped his pants badly to reveal his inners. The microphone amplified his mistake resoundingly through the lecture room and down the hall set it reverberating! To make the matter worse, good part of the crowd, not seeing the visual, read the sound differently. He was quite embarrassed but somehow regained his composure just enough to deliver his paper. He ignored the resounding applause and raced out the stage door, never to be seen in his hometown again.
Decades later, when his elderly mother was ill, Dr. Drobkin returned to visit her. He reserved a hotel room under the name of Cohen and arrived under cover of darkness.
The desk clerk asked him, “Is this your first visit to our city, Mr. Cohen?”
Dr. Drobkin replied, “Well, young man, no, it isn’t. I grew up here, received my education here, but then moved away.”
“Why haven’t you visited?” asked the desk clerk, not too busy at this hour.
“Actually, I did visit once, many years ago, but an embarrassing thing happened and since then I’ve been too ashamed to return.”
The clerk comforted him, “Sir, while I don’t have your life experience, one thing I have learned is that often what seems embarrassing to me isn’t even remembered by others. I bet that’s true of your incident too.”
Dr. Drobkin replied, “Son, I doubt that’s the case with my embarrassment.”
“Was it a long time ago?”
“Yes, many years.”
The clerk asked, “Was it before or after the Drobkin F**t?”
Thus was born a new alternative to Common Era for marking time.
Source: Sanitized from the net and image from openclipart.com (GDj)