An acquaintance of mine whose daughter was about to be married decided
to give her a diamond ring that had been in the family for several
generations. The stone had never been appraised, so the father asked a
gemologist friend if she would take a look at it. She agreed, but said
that instead of a fee she'd accept lunch at one of Houston's finer
restaurants.
A few days later, as he and the gem expert sat sipping a glass of
Chablis, he showed her the ring. She took out her jeweler's loupe,
examined the diamond carefully and handed it back.
"Wow," said a diner who had been watching from the next table. "These Texas women are tough!"
