Mr. know all

My name is Ramasy and I am from America. i am sailing to japan for vacation with my beautiful wife. i know i will enjoy that trip  because i did not see her for six month and i missed her. but i hope that the sail will be good and without any Levantines in their because I spent a lot of money on this trip and I just want to relax and enjoy the vacation with my wife. This is a bit hard to relax when you have another person in the cabin with me and my wife, but the real vacation starts in Japan so this is not important.

i am really looking forward to get to Japan and get of this boat. I certainly had enough. the reason for it is Mr. Kelada, or as we all call him “Mr. know all”. he is rude, annoying, familiar and he always acts like he know everything better then all of us. he took over everything: conducted the actions, organized the concert and arranged the fancy- dress ball. and every time we ate a meal he always had to talk about whatever he wanted to talk about and never let anyone disagree with him.  it always seems like everyone care but not enough to do anything about it. in my opinion it’s just not fair to laugh about a man behind his back, call him Mr. know all, and just let him act like this to everyone. but i care. maybe i have more dignity.

Every-time before me and my wife went to dinner on the sheep she always dressed up very nice and everyone on the sheep was looking at her like she could do better then me. and every meal she impressed everyone and the feeling was just stronger.

one day we went to another dinner. my wife was dressing up. “you look very pretty” i said. “thank you” she smiled and opened her jewelry box and wore one of the necklace in their. suddenly i saw a nice pearls necklace that i have never seen before. “hi where is this necklace from?” I asked “I have never seen this before” ” it’s nothing” she said and tried to hide it, but i took it “when did you get a pearl necklace?” i asked “this thing? it’s not real… how could i get myself a real one?” “i don’t know… but it seems real” “don’t you trust me?” she asked “I am” “then why are you being like this?!” she shouted. “i’m sorry. i did not mean to accuse you in anything. so where did you get it?”  “at New York at  the department store” she explained “oh. how much?” “om… 18 dollars” she said. “this is beautiful you should wear it” i said “if you say so” she said and wore it.

we came to dinner and sat as usual with the doctor, that we share a cabin with, and the British man that shares a cabin with Mr. kelada. we started talking and as usual, Mr. know all knew everything; what we wanted to talk about, and what was right about what we “wanted” to talk about. but again the British and the doctor sat in quiet and did nothing, while i tried to show him that he is not so smart after all. this time we talked about pearls and things got interesting…

me and Mr. kelada argued for a while but this time something about him was different. i wasn’t even sure what it was. but then i realized that this is the most eager argument that we’ve ever had. i was thinking that it was because of the conversation with my wife that the pearls reminded me of it. at some point i realized that the eager argument wasn’t just because of me; Mr. kelada was eager about the subject as well. that point was when i got him really upset and he thumped the table and shouted: “well, i ought to know what i am talking about. i’m going to japan just to look into this Japanese pearl business. i am in the trade and there’s not a man in it who won’t tell you that what i say about pearls goes. i know all the best pearls in the world, and what i don’t know about pearls isn’t worth knowing.”

I was shocked. If I knew that this is his specialty i would never start talking about it. but i could not stop and let him win. i felt like i needed to prove something. maybe to Mr. know all, maybe to myself and maybe even to everyone else on the boat that kept looking at me and my wife like she could do better. but those are just assumptions. at the moment i felt like i need to prove that “Mr. know all” doesn’t know so much after all.

and then he said something that just made me so mad: “they’ll never be able to get a culture pearl than an expert like me can’t tell with half an eye.” he pointed at my wife’s necklace and said: “you take my word for it, Mrs Ramasy, that chain you’re wearing will never be worth a cent less than it is now”. at first i wanted to shout, but then i realized that their are to options here: one is that Mr. know all is wrong or my wife lied and made me feel bad for nothing. so without looking at my wife i smiled and said: “That’s pretty chain of Mrs Ramasy, isn’t it? I didn’t buy it myself, of course. i would be interested to know how much you think it cost” and he answered:”somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars” he kept talking but i couldn’t hear it.

but i had to play along, so i smiled and said “you’ll be surprised to hear that Mrs Ramasy bought that string at the department store, for eighteen dollars.” he blushed and said “it is not only real, but it is as fine a siring for its size i have ever seen” i did not know  who is right. of course i hoped that my wife was, which gave me a chance to prove Mr. kelada is wrong or if my wife is a liar, make her confess. so i said “will you bet on it? i’ll bet you a hundred dollars it’s imitaion”. after that my wife started trying to lead me out of this so i was sure she lied but then Mr. kelada looked at the necklace and then stared at something.

“I was mistaken” I couldn’t hear the rest. I was so happy; my wife never lied to me and I am the man that proved Mr. know all can be wrong. he gave me the hundred dollars and I could not be happier.