“Thank you, Madame Chair.”
– Representative Sarah McBride’s response when the Chair for the House Foreign Affairs
subcommittee, Keith Self, referred to her as “Representative from Delaware Mr. McBride.” 
Sarah may have been willing to move on, but Bill Keating from Massachusetts interjected:
“Mr. Chairman, have you no decency?”  He added, “You will not continue it with me unless
you introduce a duly elected representative the right way.”  With that, the hearing came to an end.

I recently came across a map of Europe which allegedly showed where the population of each country thinks the best-looking men come from.  About 92% of Europe thinks Italian men are the hottest.  Interestingly enough, Italians think the Swedes are the hottest.  The country with the healthiest self-esteem is Greece, which thinks the hottest men come from within its own borders.  Outside of European countries, only Brazil made a dent.  If I had a nickel for every Brazilian who made a dent.  Which leads to our next story.

What the map didn’t address was how old these hot men were.  I was discussing vacation destinations with a friend and mentioned Ibiza.  He quickly said, “Don’t you think you’re too old for Ibiza?”  Am I a hundred?  Considering the Phoenicians went there in 654BC, I’m a veritable teenager!  Then I suggested Sitges, to which my friend quipped, “You don’t have enough money.”  Apparently I’m old and poor.  That wasn’t always the case.  I recall a trip to Monte Carlo about 20 years ago.  Sure, I was younger, but definitely poorer.  That didn’t stop a lad I met with Prince Albert from knocking on my hotel room door at 2AM.  I’m just saying that maybe I’m part of a metric that cannot be easily measured.  Or it might simply have been proximity – I was staying next door to the palace!