Wow...that point is right on...the snottiest person I met when I lived inFlorida tried telling me a whole story about how she was on a huge waiting list to get her LV. I had asked if hers was real and then saw her open it. It was a MC back in the day. She went on and on with her lies after I instantly saw that the lining was beige suede, like every fake in NYC. I was sick to my stomach that this pitiful excuse for a woman had thought she needed to lie to me, when I was carrying a knit bag(like 10 dollars, and what I always carried with me then to walk the beach area....would not trust anyone with anything nicer on my arm). I instantly hated her. Just for not being a sister. I lied and said "I have never seen a real one and wondered". She was a filthy liar. I know, I lied, too, but, you have to understand, I just wanted someone to understand me when I was living there(and literally knew no one), and instead this fat old bag thought I was designer challenged and would think she was pretty tough sh*t. If you are a fake, at least admit it!!!!ICK I HATE THAT GIRL STILL!!!