DISCLAIMER: this isn't outdoors related, but I have to share with you!
Backstore: The building I work in is also the "diamond building" in Dallas. You'd never it know it by the looks of place, but there many, many diamond wholesalers there. Consequently, you see a lot of couple riding the elevator. They are typically happy....
Tonight, for some inexplicable reason, I decide to ride the elevator down (I'm normally a stairs guy). The door opens, and much to my surprise, there is a couple already on, coming down from one of the "diamond floors". This in and of itself isn't too unusual, but given that it was about 6:30 in the evening, they looked as surprised as I was.
As I got on board, I could immediately feel the tension in the air. She, a very attractive young lady of about 25 or so years, was pouting and he, a strapping young lad a year or two her senior, was flat out angry. Breaking every rule of elevator, and frankly human, etiquette, he starts up:
"I cannot believe this! I thought I knew you! I thought you were practical! I swear, I just don't know anything anymore!"
Needless to say, I was shocked...and a bit amused. Whatever could be the problem?! And will I find out before the door opens again?!
Fortunately, just before we get to the first floor:
"Do you REALLY expect a 2 carat diamond???" **
"Yes"
It is all I can do to not bust out laughing. I simply said "after you" when the door opened and made a bee-line for my truck. As I exited the garage, I could see them in the parking lot, her arms crossed and his flailing in disgust.
Something tells me their night will be either really long or really short.
(** a couple weeks ago, one of my friends on the "diamond floor" showed me a very nice 2 carat stone...that WHOLESALED for $28k.)
Backstore: The building I work in is also the "diamond building" in Dallas. You'd never it know it by the looks of place, but there many, many diamond wholesalers there. Consequently, you see a lot of couple riding the elevator. They are typically happy....
Tonight, for some inexplicable reason, I decide to ride the elevator down (I'm normally a stairs guy). The door opens, and much to my surprise, there is a couple already on, coming down from one of the "diamond floors". This in and of itself isn't too unusual, but given that it was about 6:30 in the evening, they looked as surprised as I was.
As I got on board, I could immediately feel the tension in the air. She, a very attractive young lady of about 25 or so years, was pouting and he, a strapping young lad a year or two her senior, was flat out angry. Breaking every rule of elevator, and frankly human, etiquette, he starts up:
"I cannot believe this! I thought I knew you! I thought you were practical! I swear, I just don't know anything anymore!"
Needless to say, I was shocked...and a bit amused. Whatever could be the problem?! And will I find out before the door opens again?!
Fortunately, just before we get to the first floor:
"Do you REALLY expect a 2 carat diamond???" **
"Yes"
It is all I can do to not bust out laughing. I simply said "after you" when the door opened and made a bee-line for my truck. As I exited the garage, I could see them in the parking lot, her arms crossed and his flailing in disgust.
Something tells me their night will be either really long or really short.
(** a couple weeks ago, one of my friends on the "diamond floor" showed me a very nice 2 carat stone...that WHOLESALED for $28k.)
I wouldn't do it anyway.