You don’t expect to witness this sort of thing

My daughter came over this evening, and we went to dinner together. On the way, we passed by the Oriental Theater (link on the right). The marquee read, “Carolyn, will you marry me.” Under the marquee was a nicely-dressed young woman with a bouquet of flowers and an astonished look, with a young man down on one knee in front of her. Very nice. If there’d been a place to park, I’d have stopped to congratulate them.

Assuming, of course, she accepted. We didn’t take long enough driving by to see, although I presume she did accept. There’s just something about a production of that magnitude that makes it difficult to turn down. Plus, the guy would have to be seriously deluded to try that without a serious expectation of acceptance.

Too bad I didn’t have a camera with me.

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