The first two came from Sharon, my friend the flight attendant. As you might imagine, she has numerous great stories and all are TRUE.

Boarding in Atlanta, this tall gorgeous blond gets on wearing practically nothing. She looked like Paris Hilton only prettier and younger. Her shorts did not quite cover the southern hemisphere. Before pushback, she walked up and stood next to me in front of the bathroom door. I asked if she was ok.

 "Yes, I just want to change my clothes."

 "Oh, that's smart. It will help you avoid hypothermia." 

Blank stare. She continued to stand there and finally, I said

 "You can go ahead in." 

She took another look at the bathroom door. 

"But, it says VACANT."

"Yes, it does."

"Does that mean empty?"

And she came out wearing a different pair of shorts that were equally minuscule.

I concluded that God grants each of us only a certain number of blessings. Her blessings ran out before getting to brains.

And now to give the men equal time:

A male passenger boarded my flight dressed perfectly for a fly fishing vacation in Montana. Large brimmed canvas hat, long sleeved chambray shirt, long pants that zipped off at the knee, docker shoes and a vest with many pockets. Unfortunately, this flight was headed for Rome.

Loved this one from another astute Style File reader:

I recently learned that matching socks are lame. I don't mean those that match the outfit, but rather, those that match each other! When I asked the two young women why they were not wearing matching pairs, they replied "It takes too much time to find the mates". Really?

Nancy, your work will never be done.

I began to think maybe I was just preaching to the choir when alas, I got this delightful note from one of my esteemed male clients:

Wow. Gave me chills, I was so happy.

Feeling all tra-la-la, I went to the grocery store myself that afternoon and this is what I saw: