Today we took my daughter's birthstone ring to the jewelers to have the stone remounted. This ring was a gift to her from her grandmother, one given to her not long before gramma passed away, so Shannon was nothing short of devastated when the stone fell out.
This post is not about my daughter's ring, however; it is about another. the sales lady asked me if I would like to see 'something pretty' and slipped a rock onto my finger. It was a bit too ostentatious for my taste.
"How much is it?" we asked.
"$149,900." she replied.
"Take this thing off of my finger NOW!"
We literally ran out of the door. (
Who in their right mind would spend $150,000 on a ring? At first I laughed but then I got angry. There are so many starving kids in this world, so many many people who do not have food in their bellies or a roof over their heads. Do you know how many pairs of shoes that kind of money could buy?
I do not know why I took this so to heart. I had asked the clerk if she had ever sold one like that. Her answer?
"yes. In fact I have one being sized right now."
"That's a sin." I thought to myself but I didn't say it out loud.
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