What’s on Stacy’s Mind?
What’s on Stacy’s Mind?
The Crown Jewels and the case of mistaken Identity
So, this happened...
It was my very first trip to Europe. I was so excited because I was staying in the Haag and I had the opportunity to see the Rembrandt exhibit at the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. I woke up early and chose my Anne Taylor pinstripe summer suit for the day trip. As I boarded the train, I could hardly contain my excitement. When I arrived at the square where the museum was located I realized that I had arrived very early and the museum was not open yet. I saw a sign for another museum called the Diamant Museum. I don’t speak dutch but I knew that word! ....Diamonds! The rest of the sign was written in Dutch so I could not understand, but I went to go check it out anyway.
I walked up to the window, looking quite fashionable in my smart Anne Taylor summer suit and I proudly announced,
“Hello! I’m Stacy LaFleur, I’m from America and I am here to see the Diamonds!”
The lady at the window asked me to wait for a moment. They did not charge me an entrance fee and then a man came to get me and offered me champagne. I thought, “Well this is nice!” The gentlemen was courtious and brought me into room after room where the crown diamonds were located in large glass cases. Then they brought me into a large room where there were guards standing over the people who were cutting diamonds. They told me all about he process! I was brought into several rooms where I saw the most magnificent jewels I’d ever seen. I saw giant diamonds and colored diamonds. They let me put some on! I even tried on a blue diamond tiara! I did feel special because I didn’t see any other patrons, but I just assumed it was because it was early. I thought to myself, “Gee I sure am being served nicely... and they didn’t even charge me admission!”
Then, when my tour was over he brought me into an office and sat me down in front of a large desk and asked me, “Madame, what would you like to purchase?” A hot flush ran over me as I started to realize that he was thinking I was a buyer. I told him that I did not have any money to purchase any diamonds. He was not happy with this information and after a series of questions he soon realized that I was not the person he thought I was. He was not happy at all.
He sharply told me goodbye and led me through a doorway. After the door slammed shut,I found myself on the side alley of the building. I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded..still wondering what the heck just happened.
I walked to the street and I overheard two Americans saying that they would not let them into the Diamant museum. I asked them about it and they said that the museum staff told them that the museum was not open to the public for another two months and that there was a VIP tour going on at the moment.
I started laughing and I told the people what had just happened to me. We laughed until we had tears in our eyes.
I still wonder, “WHO did they think I was?”
I’ll never forget my case of mistaken identity at the Diamond Museum.
Thursday, July 7, 2016