All this reminds me of a silly dirty joke that my mother liked to tell. I had to hear it so now I get to inflict it on anyone reading this thread. My Mother grew up in the era of more formal ball room style dancing. Here's her joke: A man saw a beautiful blond across the danceroom floor and asked her to dance. She accepted and after the music for the dance had ended the man said to the blond, "I can tell you're not a real blond." The blond looked at him in surprise and asked, "How did you know that?" The man replied, "I keep my shoes shined." (*ducks to avoid flying objects*)
