Eventually the diamond dude returned.
And though we’d pondered running out the door,
our pockets stuffed with shiny rocks, we’d spurned
that option, favoring instead a more
benign and legal route. “We’ll go explore
some other shops, applying what we’ve learned.”
“And maybe we’ll come back this afternoon.”
“I see,” the shopkeep countered, “Well, perhaps
you could put down some money, to the tune
of five dollars, let’s say.” At this the chap’s
expression gave no hint of any lapse
in earnestness. Perhaps he was a loon.
I looked at you and you at me and we
agreed we’d hold onto our five and flee.
🙂
Or, if I may mix metaphors, someone has thrown their toys out of the pram.
* A few clowns short of a circus
* The wheel is spinning, but the hamster’s dead
*Got a kangaroo loose in the top paddock
* Hasn’t got both hands on the steering wheel
* One wave short of a shipwreck
* One scout short of a posse
* Five cans short of a six-pack
* A few french fries short of a happy meal
* Knitting with only one needle
(Cadged, Okay I’ll admit it, from http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A711190)