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Someone sent me an e-mail that reminded me of this story. It's true, although there may be an embellishment -- while I have no doubt it happened on Fifth Avenue, I can't guarantee you that Tiffany's was involved. What can I say, my people love that little blue box...

My grandmother grew up in New York City and she said that one day she was walking with her mother, my great-grandmother, down Fifth Avenue and as they were walking past Tiffany's, her mother paused for a moment and said "Stop for a moment, child."

So they stopped and my grandmother asked "Why, Mama?"

"I fear that my drawers have lost their elastic." And with that her "drawers" dropped out from underneath her dress onto the sidewalk.

My great-grandmother stepped carefully out of them, took my grandmother's hand and, without hesitation, started walking down the Avenue again without a second glance, leaving her drawers on the sidewalk in front of Tiffany's.

Now THAT'S class.

I, of course, would have tried to do that, gotten my foot caught, made a huge whirling dervish scene and crashed into the Tiffany's window, taking several innocent bystanders with me and flashing a cabby.

Living proof that many traits are not heritable.