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I gave my wife a ring made out of coconut. Cost me $2 and she instantly dropped it off the balcony if the resturaunt we were at.
The Thai owner of the place climbed off the balcony into the boulder field underneath and spent 20 minutes looking for it. Even after I explained that it was only a cheap coconut ring.
He said the price isn’t the point, it’s the memories!
He found it, what a legend.
I gave my wife a ring made out of coconut. Cost me $2 and she instantly dropped it off the balcony if the resturaunt we were at. The Thai owner of the place climbed off the balcony into the boulder field underneath and spent 20 minutes looking for it. Even after I explained that it was only a cheap coconut ring. He said the price isn’t the point, it’s the memories!
He found it, what a legend.
I carved a wood ring for her, and she was surprised I popped the question after I was carving it in front of her and sizing it against her finger
Thai restaurant owner is right: it’s not the cost—it’s the memories.