By Woody Paul Grey
A famous American actor George Clooney was drinking a delicious coffee in one of the luxurious coffee shops of Manhattan. Before leaving a young shop–keeper handed him a sumptuous paper carrier with a prestigious coffee inside he had just purchased.
As soon as the man took a step outside the front door a tremendous old piano had fallen upon his head.
In a while he was in Heaven climbing up the broad, high stairway. On the top of it a man in white was already waiting for him.
- Hello, George! –respectfully said the old man, warmly shaking him by the hand.
- Where am I? - the stunned actor asked looking around.
-Make an educational guess, George! – the man answered friendly smiling.
- It’s not my time! - Clooney replied in frustration.
- I think we could make an arrangement – the old man offered meaningfully.
Next the adorable actor returned back into the coffee shop with empty hands.
Behind his back the ill-starred piano after all had fallen onto the street right in front of the doorway broken in pieces.
-Not this time, George! Not this time! - the old man in white murmured looking from above.
- But take care of yourself! – he added thoughtfully.
- Mm, the coffee is really awesome! - The deal was worth it, I presume! - the man said delightedly and went back to his business.
20.12.2009 Yalta
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äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 23.02.2018
àâòîð: Woody Paul Grey