American Posh
I once had the opportunity to meet James Baker, former President Reagan's Chief of Staff. He is so posh he doesnt have a desk in his office. Just two couches.

So he walks in and is very gracious (one of my buddies is a partner at the firm) and he offers me a Coke. So I say "Why, that would be great!" and he pours it for me, into a glass that was sitting on a stand nearby, with ice. Posh is showing up in your office and having ice, just in case you have a visitor who might like a soda.

Then, I, being relatively posh myself, asked if I might keep the can as a momento. He smiled and said "Sure." He poked his head out of his office and I expected security to show up at any moment.

Two minutes later, an out of breath summer intern showed up with a Sharpie and handed it to Mr. Baker. He SIGNED the can.

Now I am just as posh as him...because I have a can, from which, was poured, by a Former Presidential advisor, a soda, for me.

I sometimes call myself "Old Boy" when I glance in the mirror now.

Cheers!
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 2:18, Reply)