My kind of people
If I were 11 again, and even if not maybe still.
At first it was a bit jarring for Renee Zlotnick Kraft, Washington fur heiress and stalwart of the charity circuit, to be approached by strangers at traffic stops as she idled in her maroon Rolls-Royce.
Some wiseguy would turn and ask, in upper-crust deadpan, "Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?"
