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An up and coming couple were part of the New York City elite, but in order to enter that rarified atmosphere they were compelled to live beyond their means and constantly struggled to be sufficiently "elitist" in all respects.

Once at an especially snobbish party the conversation turned to Mozart: "Absolutely brilliant, magnificent, a genius ..."

The woman, struggling to join a conversation that taxed her cultural senses to their limit, remarked casually,

"Ah, Mozart. "You're so right. "I love him. "Only this morning I saw him getting on the number 5 bus going to Coney Island."

There was a sudden hush as all eyes fell upon her. The husband was mortified at this discussion. Pulling her away he whispered,

"Get you're coat; we're leaving right away."

Once outside the man continued muttering to himself. Finally his wife enquired,

"You're angry about something."

"I've never been so embarrassed," said he. "You saw Mozart take the number 5 to Coney Island, did you? "Don't you know that number 5 doesn't go to Coney Island?"

---------------A Final Thought ...

"In Washington, the first thing people tell you is what their job is. In Los Angeles you learn their star sign. In Houston youíre told how rich they are. And in New York they tell you what their rent is."

- Simon Hoggart (b. 1946), British journalist. America: A Userís Guide, ch. 1 (1990)