She wears designer jeans -- expensive designer jeans. She drives a Lexus -- the expensive Lexus. Her hair and make-up probably takes someone at least two hours to complete. Maybe three, though possibly eight.

She told the older gentleman sitting next to her on the flight while thumbing through the latest issue of some entertainment news mag, "When I become famous . . ."

The guy on the flight waited for her to finish saying what she was saying. Then:

"Are you an actress?" he asked, taking a hint from the glamourous actors and actresses he saw within the pages of the girl's entertainment periodical.

"No," she answered.

"Athlete?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

"Los Angeles weather forecaster?"

"No," she said. "Nothing like that."

"Then what?" he asked.

"I'm gonna be a nurse."

Obviously.