Thursday, March 01, 2012

Streets of gold


Strolling along Park Lane towards Hyde Park Corner yesterday, I noticed a man stop a couple of yards ahead of me to pick something up from the pavement. Turning around he announced triumphantly, "Look what I've found - it's my lucky day!" and he showed me a wide banded gold ring in the palm of his hand. I complimented him on his good fortune and walked on. "Madam, stop!" he cried. "This ring's too big for me, why don't you have it?" I hesitated. He asked where I was from and told me he was Serbian. "Why don't you take the ring and give me some money for food?" he suggested. I then twigged: the ring had been his all along.

7 Comments:

Blogger Angus said...

In Berkeley Square someone stopped me and pointed to a five pound note on the floor. " Is it yours " they asked . I said no , went on my way and hailed a cab . Something made me check my inside pocket . While distracted I'd been pickpocketed . Thankfully, a quick call and all my cards were cancelled. ( Although not before my cashline card had been used three times ) You were lucky that your gold ring man didn't have a light fingered friend !

11:38 am  
Anonymous Portinari said...

Bless you for the innocent little Whisperer that you are. This happened last year to me in Paris. A very pretty doxy rushed over to me and said 'Look what I have found on the pavement'. A gold ring (no less). 'Lucky you' said I. 'Ah it is no good for me. 'Why do you not have it kind sir?' After some argument I accepted, then she said why not give her 20 euros for luck. I gave her five and found it to be but brass. No gold ring for Madam Portinari! There is brass in the Seine.

3:52 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

could have been worse.... he could have declared love at first sight and said take this ring as a token of my eternal love and marry me, put me up in your home , do my weekly tesco shopping and buy me a ticket to Serbia twice a year... the end

7:35 am  
Blogger Winchester whisperer said...

What a nightmare, Angus!

Oh - it's a common ruse, Portinari!

Or he could have rubbed the ring and summoned up a genie, Anon

9:30 am  
Anonymous kinglear said...

I LOVE to see that word doxy. It is sooooo evocative and old fashioned that it sends shivers down my spine at the thought of it.....

10:25 am  
Anonymous Portinari said...

Again I had the same experience as Angus but I came out up by £5. I was at an ATM when I was tapped on the shoulder by some Balkanite who drew attention to a fiver on the deck. Not mine I said. He was adamant. So I bent down to pick it up when the penny dropped. My cred card was in the ATM. Swift as a speeding bullet I grabbed the fiver and my card at the same time. Who said that men cannot multi task? Result a genuine fiver and my card back safe. No sign of the Balkanite. Wallet intact!

12:02 pm  
Blogger Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Gosh, that's a trick I hadn't heard of! Thanks for the warning.

5:51 pm  

Post a Comment

<< Home