When I asked my girlfriend to marry me, she was thrilled and said, now I can quit my boring job and be a housewife. She called her parents they were coming into town the next day, meet us at eight o’clock sharp. I had bought my fiancé a ring of old gold with green gem, it looked expensive but wasn´t I put the ring in my camelhair overcoat, the coat was **** more expensive than the ring. Going to meet the new family, I was a bit nervous stopped at a bar had a Rom and coke, as I was about to order one more drink my friends, came in; laughter and talk. When I looked at the time it was about 9, I rushed out And forgot my overcoat to find a cab, there wasn’t any, so, I had to walk to the house and arrived about ten 0’clock. Rang the doorbell, she cried and refused to let me in, I knocked on the door, when it opened it was her father Who angrily shouted that his daughter wasn´t marrying a common drunk? It was the prefix “common” that hurt me most. Back at the bar, my dear overcoat was stolen but my friends Consoled me, we drank some more. Two years later, I saw she was getting married in a small white church in the neighbourhood. I went to her wedding but sat in the back didn´t want her to see me. I have good eyesight and noticed she wore the same ring I never got around to giving her That made me wonder if the bridegroom was a thief.