Heh. Back in the early 1970's, I had a boyfriend with a mother who was a candy heiress. Owned a lot of land in a pricey area of Los Angeles, but didn't dress too impressively. Decided, in part thanks to her car crazed son, to trade in her Mustang for a Porsche. Went, with son, to the Beverly Hills Porsche dealer, and picked out a car. Told salesman she wanted that one. Salesman brought her in to the room to do up the documents, where he also asked her about payments. She said she'd write him a check. He wasn't sure he could accept a check and let her drive the car away - think she meant to write him a check for the down payment, when in fact she meant to buy the car with one check, that day. He said he'd have to check with his manager about accepting the check, and he took a check with him to inquire. Came back white faced, as apparently the bank told him how much money she had in their bank... ... ... Was NOT a small amount, she was a multimillionaire back in the day when that was a lot rarer than it is now, and the manager glad handed her until she got in the car and drove away. Boyfriend thought it was the funniest thing ever.