Monday, February 06, 2006

The Klopman diamond

I just booked a flight to Florida to visit my mother. This favorite joke of my grandfather's came to mind:

A young woman flying from New York to Miami gets bumped into first class. She finds herself sitting beside a distinguished-looking older woman, tanned, beautifully coiffed and dressed in designer clothing. She can't help staring at the woman's diamond jewelry, which includes a stunning diamond pendant.

The older woman sees her staring and smiles wryly. "This is the Klopman diamond," she says, touching the pendant. The younger woman raises her eyebrows.

"The Klopman's like the Hope Diamond," says the older woman. She gazes into the distance. "It, too, comes with a terrible curse."

The younger woman waits, but nothing more is said. Feeling a little nervous about flying in the company of the diamond, she just has to ask.

"What's the curse?"

The older woman narrows her eyes, smiles bitterly, and says "Mr. Klopman."

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