When I was six, my mother bought her second Hermes purse-a beautiful brown Constance purchased at the Hermes store in Geneva. My sister and I were in awe of this new acquisition especially since my mother would let us carefully touch the inside which was soooo soft. A few days after she bought it, she left us in my uncle's car right outside the post office so she could mail a letter (it was 1970.) While she was gone an old man drove by and looked in our car and I just knew that something bad was going to happen. My sister and I tried to lock the doors but we couldn't figure out where the locks were because we usually rode in my mom's Jaguar XKE which had totally different locks. Well, he did get in our car and the first thing he did was reach for the Constance bag. He looked at us and said, "Don't tell your mother." Little did he know that Hermes fanatics come in all shapes, sizes and AGES. I reached around him to honk the horn and started screaming my head off which fortunately brought the gendarmes and my mother and the whole incident ended happily with the bad guy going off to jail and my mom's precious Constance bag saved!! Moral: Don't mess with an Hermes purse lover no matter how young they are!