"Chris and Kathryn lived 3000 miles apart--he in Edinburgh, she in New Hampshire. While Kathryn was in the UK for a holiday to visit, Chris planned to propose during a weekend trip to Paris. How romantic!
Chris planned to pick up the ring from an antique shop in Battle, East Sussex and convinced Kathryn that a historical visit to the Battle of Hastings battlefield (where William the Conqueror defeated Harold II in 1066) would be a fantastic way to spend a Saturday. At the end of their educational tour, Kathryn and Chris found a place to rest their feet, which turned out to have a perfect view of the ancient latrines.
Pretending he desperately needed to find a toilet, Chris ran off to the antique jeweler down the road and picked up the ring. Now he would just have to wait until they reached Paris to propose. Or so he thought.
Upon his return to Kathryn, Chris was green and sweating. The ring in his pocket was making him mighty nervous. Concerned Chris was suffering from food poisoning, Kathryn began to fuss over him. Instead of admitting he had eaten some dodgy chicken at lunch, as she had expected, Chris blurted out: "I love you! I want to spend my life with you! Will you marry me!" Kathryn, of course, said yes. It didn't matter whether he proposed in Paris or on near some smelly latrines on an ancient battlefield, Chris was the one for her. "
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