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My grandmother's proclivity for pink came in very handy on one occasion. She had an unset alexandrite which I craved, and she promised me I could have it when I turned 25 if I never got married, so when I turned 25 I claimed it. I took the bus back to New Orleans, boyfriend picked me up at the bus station and we went out for sandwiches, and I showed him the alexandrite, and we talked for a while, and then when I got in the car, I realized I did not have it. I went back into the restaurant, and the waiter had cleared the table. They let me go out back and fish through the dumpsters to look for it. I spent hours sifting through dumpsters, there were three, and found it, naturally, at the bottom of the third, but I knew I would eventually find it because it was wrapped in pink kleenex. |
