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Ideal_Rock
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Today I returned the I1 I''d ordered last week from James Allen. I ended up not liking the look of the inclusions.
Instead of having me send it from New York to Maryland just to have them send it back up to New York again, Jim told me to take it directly to the wholesaler in the diamond district. A fascinating experience. They''re upstairs in one of the buildings on 47th St. To get in, I had to pass through a million metal detectors, surrender my ID, stick my finger in a machine that read my fingerprint, grin at a camera.
The elevator had one of those little TVs in it that you sometimes see nowadays. Usually they show headlines and weather, or ads. This one showed mug shots of men wanted for robbing diamond dealers.
Then when I got upstairs to their suite (and got buzzed through several hundred doors), the wholesaler was sitting with a colleage behind a big desk in a large, bright office with a big window, talking to a customer. They were discussing diamonds in the most casual way, and he (the wholesaler) was actually throwing them across the room at the customer! In their paper wrappers, but still--throwing them. "Here, take a look." And then he''d toss it.
And I haven''t heard so much Yiddish spoken since my Grandpa Joe, may he rest in peace, passed away in the 70s. And I''ve NEVER heard so much Yiddish spoken into cell phones.
Instead of having me send it from New York to Maryland just to have them send it back up to New York again, Jim told me to take it directly to the wholesaler in the diamond district. A fascinating experience. They''re upstairs in one of the buildings on 47th St. To get in, I had to pass through a million metal detectors, surrender my ID, stick my finger in a machine that read my fingerprint, grin at a camera.
The elevator had one of those little TVs in it that you sometimes see nowadays. Usually they show headlines and weather, or ads. This one showed mug shots of men wanted for robbing diamond dealers.
Then when I got upstairs to their suite (and got buzzed through several hundred doors), the wholesaler was sitting with a colleage behind a big desk in a large, bright office with a big window, talking to a customer. They were discussing diamonds in the most casual way, and he (the wholesaler) was actually throwing them across the room at the customer! In their paper wrappers, but still--throwing them. "Here, take a look." And then he''d toss it.
And I haven''t heard so much Yiddish spoken since my Grandpa Joe, may he rest in peace, passed away in the 70s. And I''ve NEVER heard so much Yiddish spoken into cell phones.
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