An older gent - quite spry and dapper, despite his silver hair and advancing
years - strolled into a jewellery store one Friday afternoon with a lovely
young lass 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 sapphire on
platinum. The ‘old’ man said, “No, I’d like to see something more special”,
whereupon the jeweller went to his special stock and brought another ring
over.
“Here’s a stunning solitaire diamond at only £40000,” the jeweller said.
The young lady’s eyes sparkled and her whole body quivered with excitement.
Seeing this, the gent said “We’ll take it.”
The jeweller asked how payment would be made and the gent replied “By
cheque. I know you need time for it to clear the bank, so I’ll write it now,
you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and we’ll pick the ring up
Monday afternoon”.
Monday morning, the jeweller was on the telephone within minutes of opening.
“There’s no money in that account!” he remonstrated. “I know,”
said the ‘old’ man, “But let me tell you about my weekend!”
