Harriet, refusing to give in to the looks of growing old, goes out and buys a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger.
She goes through a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the "miracle" products, and then hears a knock at the door.
It's delivery man. "Before you go," she says after taking the package he brought, "may I ask what age you think I am?"
Looking over her carefully, the driver says, "Judging from your skin, 20."
She's very pleased, but before she can say anything, he continues.
"And judging by your hair, 18; and your figure, 25."
"Oh, you flatterer!" she gushes.
"Hold on there, lady!" he says. "I haven't added them up yet!"
Posted February 2, 2015