I just posted this on another thread about Prom Dress Codes, and thought it would fit here too.
True Story:
My senior prom (Class of 1970) did not have a dress code, but everybody assumed that decolletage was unacceptable.
However, the statuesque, beautiful Black girl who sat directly across from me had evidently not gotten the memo, and was wearing an exquisite peach-colored gown with a plunging sweetheart neckline.
The first course arrived, a salad with a big round cherry tomato on top.
I attempted to spear it with my fork, and it did a perfect 3-pointer right into the plunge without even hitting the rim.