Can you feel the Louvre III
I’m pretty sure I just married a homeless man today.
It all happened so fast. I was crossing a pedestrian bridge from the Musée d’Orsay to get over to the Tuileries gardens by the Louvre (fancy, huh?) and this man in front of me bent down to pick up a gold wedding band. He inspected it for a second, and I guess didn’t feel as if he had any use for it.
The next scene played out like true magic.
He looked up and saw me and his mouth gaped dramatically for a moment. He then ran up to me, and I tried to tell him it wasn’t mine, but then he grabbed my hand. He showed me it didn’t fit his own fingers, and then slipped it onto my ring finger. It was much too big, but he seemed really happy so I just smiled and thanked him.
Then my new gold-digger asked me for money and said he was hungry. I grabbed a bunch of change from my wallet, but he peered in and saw a Canadian $20 and asked for that instead. I guess he’s never heard that beggars can’t be choosers. I gave him a 5€ bill to sate him, but he asked again for the 20 CDN, and again I said no.
Then he said “pshh!” and waved me off. I guess that counts as an annulment? At least I got to keep the ring. 16k, not too shabby.
The moral of the story is ALWAYS SIGN A PRENUP!
