Approaching eighty-five years of age, Mrs. Lipkowitz finally decided it was time to give up her apartment in New York and move to Miami. She was given the name of a Florida realtor, who enthusiastically drove her all over Miami, extolling the virtues of every apartment they looked at.

And this one, what a steal, he rhapsodized, the investment of a lifetime. Why, in ten years its gonna be worth three times …

Sonny, interrupted Mrs. Lipkowitz, at my age I dont even buy green bananas.