Southern Belle
On a commercial airline flight, a delicate flower of Southern womanhood found herself seated next to a rail-thin, all-dressed-in-black, lady from New York.
The New Yorker said in a distinctive nasal tone, "When my first child was born, my husband bought us a larger apartment overlooking Central Park."
The belle smiled, touched her hand to her heart, and exclaimed, "Well,... isn't that nice?"
The New Yorker continued, "When my second child was born, my husband fired the car service and bought a limo and full time driver."
Again, the belle drawled, "Well,... isn't that nice?"
The New Yorker then boasted "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet."
Yet again, the belle commented, "Well,... isn't that nice?"
The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?"
The belle replied "Well, dear, my husband sent me to charm school."
"Charm school!", the first woman cried, "Oh my gawd! How dare he! Why would he do such a thing?"
The belle responded, "Well, honey, it's like this. In charm school we learn not to be boastful; and, when confronted by others who are, instead of saying 'who gives a crap' we learned to say, 'Well,... isn't that nice?'"
