Tell us about a time you encountered true class.

I went to an afternoon tea, and was served the most delicious cream cheese and raisin sandwiches. The host gave us peach-infused wine coolers at the end of our repast.

Today a lady let me cut in front of her at the grocery store because I only had one item. If that isn't true class then I don't know what is.

When I was with Logan he asked me for permission to pee on me, instead of just letting it hose me without warning. Such a gentlemen.

As a small boy, I would watch as our neighbor, a young lady of impeccable reputation, only ever left her house tastefully dressed, with hosiery, hat, and gloves, subtle makeup, and with an appropriate male escort. Mother and I would both silently nod our heads in approval as she walked by.

Enchanting.

After the servers spit on my food, they told me "thank you" and "have a wonderful day".

So gracious to find people who understand that service workers aren't supposed to mutter "no worries" at the end of a commercial transaction.

Half a century ago my then partner and future husband and I were in Harrod's, very much excited about our first trip to London. Walking towards us through a magnificent grey and white marble archway was a woman dressed so supremely well(for the time of day, approx. 1:00 P.M.) that it took our breaths away. From her grey cloche hat to her tailored grey suit(with a pale grey blouse), topped with a grey fox fur to her delicately patterned hose on down to her grey suede pumps, we had never seen anyone so elegantly dressed. The various shades of grey were so well-coordinated that she was a joy to behold. Everything worked, nothing was out of place. All eyes turned and I swear people actually got out of her way so as not to impede her striding across the marble tiles. Aristocrat? Titled? Society maven? Who knows, she sure did make an impression that I remember SO vividly after all these years. Had I cellphone back then, I'd have snapped a photo for sure.

Was she trying out for 50 Shades of Gray, R6?

R6 is Cecil Beaton and I claim my 5 shilling note!

At French Film Festive a smiling Catherine Deneuve handed me a macaron.

For real, r9?

R4 = young Norman Bates.

R11 PMSL! You is on fire!!!

I don’t know what that means, R12, but I loved reading it.

Mother and I would both silently nod our heads in approval

MARY!

After a night of tricking with some strange new trade, I arise early, put on a "hostessy" caftan, and prepare an elegant but simple brunch before sending the "gentleman" on his way.

Even a simple selection of chilled fresh fruit can be special, served on my Limoges.