A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday.
>She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.
>On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a
>paper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope
>you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
>"About 32," is the reply. "Nope. I'm exactly 50," the woman
>says happily.
>
>A little while later she goes into a McDonald's and asks the
>counter girl the very same question. The girl replies, "I'd
>guess about 29." The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope,
>I'm 50."
>
>Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a
>pharmacy on her way down the street. She goes up to the
>counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning
>question. The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." Again she
>proudly responds, "I'm 50, but thank you!"
>
>While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man
>waiting next to her the same question. He replies, "I'm 78
>and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young,
>there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It
>sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my
>hands under your bra. Then and only then can I tell you
>EXACTLY how old you are."
>
>They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity
>gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, "What the
hell, go
>ahead."
>
>He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to
>feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and
>weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He
>pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each
>other. After a couple of minutes of this, she says "Okay,
>okay. How old am I?"
>
>He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his
>hands and says, "Madam, you are 50."
>
>Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible,
>how could you tell?"
>
>The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"
>
>"I promise I won't. she says.
>
>"I was behind you in McDonald's."
>
>She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.
>On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a
>paper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope
>you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
>"About 32," is the reply. "Nope. I'm exactly 50," the woman
>says happily.
>
>A little while later she goes into a McDonald's and asks the
>counter girl the very same question. The girl replies, "I'd
>guess about 29." The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope,
>I'm 50."
>
>Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a
>pharmacy on her way down the street. She goes up to the
>counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning
>question. The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." Again she
>proudly responds, "I'm 50, but thank you!"
>
>While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man
>waiting next to her the same question. He replies, "I'm 78
>and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young,
>there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It
>sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my
>hands under your bra. Then and only then can I tell you
>EXACTLY how old you are."
>
>They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity
>gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, "What the
hell, go
>ahead."
>
>He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to
>feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and
>weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He
>pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each
>other. After a couple of minutes of this, she says "Okay,
>okay. How old am I?"
>
>He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his
>hands and says, "Madam, you are 50."
>
>Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible,
>how could you tell?"
>
>The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"
>
>"I promise I won't. she says.
>
>"I was behind you in McDonald's."
>