Dear Editor,
Now grant me the pleasure of indulging us St. Maarteners that in Aruba funny stuff happens too. This inspired innovative individual managed a sincere portrayal of grief and in such found me.
Up he walked to my bar today, carrying a heavy tome of important-looking data, claiming to a meeting with my boss for a long-promised donation intended for his dying-of-a-hole-in-the-heart granddaughter. Now strange really, whose boss is ever around on a Sunday? However, being boring as this Sunday was I lent an ear and heard such, along I played.
Him claiming because of the party in government, the MEP, in Aruba, they decided not to give his granddaughter any AZV insurance for a life-saving operation abroad solely because he was from the opposing party the AVP.
Wow, okay, on he went how everyone knew him and how he found God after addiction issues and was sent now as a messenger to help his granddaughter.
Still no clients in, boring day as I mentioned, I asked further. Out came the phone video with a toddler in a wheel-walking kiddy thingy, cute as a button, obviously ill though.
However, he didn’t have time to hide the headline. This was a sick kid in Atlanta. I had seen the video before. Feeding the story, I said, “Sorry I don’t have any money, but come tomorrow, call my boss for a meeting or talk to his wife.”
“How much is a glass of Merlot?” he suddenly asked. “Well, sir, it is $6, great wine, good price,” I answered. “Ok I’ll have one and deduct it from the donation your boss will give me tomorrow.”
I’m so not kidding you!
I sent him to the Chinee and told him they had little Merlot bottles for Aruba florins 4.50. He happily replied, “I know I go there all the time,”
A great laugh on a boring Sunday!
M.I.A. Roos
