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refusing to give in to the looks of growing old…
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.
After a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the “miracle” products, she asks a delivery man, “Before you go, may I ask what age you think I am?”
Looking over her carefully, the driver says, “Judging from your skin, 20; 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!”
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