We were at a lavish “fiesta” south of Manila. Manila chicdom had descended on the “hacienda” to enjoy the legendary hospitality — endless food, drinks, constant entertainments, nice crowd and all — of The Family.
Raffish Playboy drove his Rolls Royce from Manila and nonchalantly parked it under the swaying coconut trees.
Everyone, of course, admired the Rolls Royce. Latest model. It was the nicest car around.
Just after lunch, his Impossibly Chic Cousin, an influential lady real estate broker in San Francisco, came to his table and casually announced: “Hey, a coconut just fell on your Rolls.”
Raffish Playboy turned ashen…!!!
Raffish Playboy rushed to the parking lot to see the damage of the lone coconut to his very expensive car. But then, it was just one of his many, very expensive cars.
But his Rolls Royce was in perfect condition. No coconut had fallen on it as Impossibly Chic Cousin had said.
It was a joke after all!!!
Impossibly Chic Cousin laughed and laughed as Raffish Playboy fumed at her cruel joke.
Raffish Playboy moved his very expensive car anyway, but he didn’t know it was blocking the carabao shed. Oh well.