Diamond Dream

Pink Brown Diamond

Ross & I are watching some PBS drama about merry olde. An upper class victorian dude is at a jeweler's buying a dark brown colored diamond for his beloved. He's picked out the gem (we never actually get a good look at it, it's just a small dot on the screen) and agreed to a price of around $5K (though units are not mentioned either. Could be pounds.) He and the clerk then go through some rigamarole negotiating when it can be delivered (it can't possibly be ready today) and where it is to be delivered (some specific address, presumably his house). All terms satisfactorily completed, dude goes out the door, and as he does he is suddenly struck by the idea that $5K is entirely too much money to pay for a bauble, so he turns and goes back in. He starts to talk to the clerk but is interrupted by a call on his mobile phone. He's talking about stock market trades to someone in his office, a partner or maybe his broker. The transactions they are talking about are like a hundred thousand dollars. I turn to Ross and say something to the effect that he's being kind of a cheapskate and Ross replies 'what do you expect from some upper class twit'? Then I woke up.