Sit with your legs together. Accommodate. Be polite. Send thank-you notes. Wear clean underwear. Never let your bra straps show. Or your ambition. Or flirtatiousness. Or have a run in your stockings. Or burp.
Allow her name to appear in the newspaper only three times: at her birth, marriage and death. When I got my first byline, I thought, "There goes my obituary."
A lady never smokes a cigarette on the street, always goes out wearing gloves, pearls and stockings and doesn’t go anywhere without a handkerchief, is careful to sit up straight and not show any leg or underwear when she sits down. And she has on clean undergarments in case she’s in an accident.
This reminds me that I rushed to the hospital when my mother had been in a serious car accident. I leaned over her bed and said, “What about your underwear; what were you wearing?” She smiled, “Oh, honey – I had on my brand new Teddys and a new slip you gave me from Neiman Marcus! I was fine!”
She was in a neck brace but she recovered; however, this was, word for word, our first conversation.
Lily Tomlin told this stoy about a grandmother, who taught her in Paducah, I think, about how alady never has to rummage around in her purse for anything..without looking,you can just dip inand pull out a handkerchief and dab your nose……that was when she was not a star…I’m sure the hat, glove and pearl thing is valid as is the thing about not appearing in print….
My mother thought integrity was paramount, too. Also she always told me, when we were walking down town, to never look into the open doors of bars. I wondered why, because they were always very dark, and I couldn’t see anything in there anyhow, no matter how hard I tried.
Ms. Mugsy
Except when absloutely necessary in coffee shops? :-)
Re the question, same answer as Mugsy….although I didn’t comply if mom wasn’t watching.
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A lady never smokes a cigarette on the street, always goes out wearing gloves, pearls and stockings and doesn’t go anywhere without a handkerchief, is careful to sit up straight and not show any leg or underwear when she sits down. And she has on clean undergarments in case she’s in an accident.
This reminds me that I rushed to the hospital when my mother had been in a serious car accident. I leaned over her bed and said, “What about your underwear; what were you wearing?” She smiled, “Oh, honey – I had on my brand new Teddys and a new slip you gave me from Neiman Marcus! I was fine!”
She was in a neck brace but she recovered; however, this was, word for word, our first conversation.