Paris Hilton does Bergdorf's:

"In Bergdorf's doing some Christmas shopping during Friday's snowstorm and waiting for the elevator when this attractive blond woman comes up, stabs the elevator "up" button a few times even though the light is lit, and then starts chit-chatting to me about the weather the way people do during the first snow. She looks like every other woman in Bergdorf's: well-preserved, 27cm black Hermes bag, diamond ring the size of a palmetto bug. She's talking about how tiring the cold is, and then she shouts over her shoulder, "Come on, Paris!" and up saunters Paris Hilton, saying "OK, mom." Paris has a big black hat box slung over her shoulder. She is wearing a long navy coat, a scarf, a burberry hat, and high heel boots. She has a lot of green eye shadow on and it actually looks good. She is disconcertingly pretty. We wait for the elevator for at least three minutes, making conversation about make-up. When the elevator arrives, we pile in. Paris says to me "I love your coat" and I am tempted to tell her that I bought this pea coat for $50 in an Army/Navy store eight years ago, but she would be so uninterested. Her mom says, "Navy goes with everything so well." We all agree on this. I am going to the seventh floor and they are going to the fifth. The elevator stops and drops off or picks up on every floor. We talk about the weather more. Paris's mom says "My daughter just isn't used to this weather; she even had to borrow my coat!" Then they get off, they say goodbye, and Paris knocks everybody on the elevator with her hat box. She is really apologetic and gracious. All I'm thinking about is how Twilight Zone this is, but Paris looks immensely weary and sad. It totally ruins schadenfreude."

And, from another reader:

"Saw Paris Hilton on the cheap (5th) floor of Bergdorf's this evening. Her mother was buying her a pair of shoes and Paris must have been unsure about them initially because her mother was saying loudly, "Paris, if I get you these shoes, I don't want to hear you complaining..." She looked very pretty in person aside from the fake tan, in a fuschia top and tan pants. Her total lack of an ass is a definite flaw but I was more disturbed that she was carrying a white Murakami bag (Papillon style) — Paris, it's New York, it's December and it's snowing — put away the white bag and carry the black one instead!"