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.
posted by Whispering Walls at 11:16 am
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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 !
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.
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
What a nightmare, Angus!
Oh - it's a common ruse, Portinari!
Or he could have rubbed the ring and summoned up a genie, Anon
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.....
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!
Gosh, that's a trick I hadn't heard of! Thanks for the warning.
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