Jerome was waiting for the elevator one day when a woman who was wearing her entire wardrobe joined the wait.
"Do you live here?" she asked snootily.
Jerome was taken aback. "I do," he replied.
"Which apartment is yours?"
What a forward woman! thought Jerome. "The one at the top."
The woman removed her seven pairs of sunglasses so she could look at him better. "You own the penthouse?"
Jerome smiled nervously. "I guess so."
The woman stared at him for a while, then her excessively made up face broke into a big smile. "Call me Esme," she said, "I'm your new fiancee."
"Fiancee?" cried Jerome, "I --"
Esme stopped smiling. "Don't you want me to be your rich, fashionable wife?"
"Well I don't want to argue, but--"
"Good!" Esme beamed, "We're going to make such a great couple!"