Yeah, I agree. If I've known a guy all my life and he jokingly calls me a greaseball, I just laugh. On the other hand, if I'm on the upper east side of Manhattan, or out in suburbia, and some prim and proper, blue haired old lady looks down her nose at me, then I get pissed off.

"I got news for you. If it wasn't for the toilet, there would be no books." --- George Costanza.