A woman decides to have a facelift for her birthday.
She spends $5000 and feels pretty good about the results.
On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving she says to the clerk, âI hope you donât mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?â âAbout 32,â is the reply. âIâm exactly 47,â the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonaldâs and asks the counter girl the very same question.
She replies, âI guess about 29.â â Nope, Iâm 47.â
Now, sheâs feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store 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, âOh, Iâd say 30.â Again she proudly responds, âI am 47, but, thank you.â
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks a senior gentleman the same question.
He replies, âLady, Iâm 78 and my eye sight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure 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 I can tell you exactly how old you are.â
They wait in silence on the empty street until curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, âWhat the heck, go ahead.â
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and under her bra and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. After a couple of minutes of this, she says, âOkay, okay, how old am I?â
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, âMadam, you are 47.â
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, âThat was incredible, how could you tell?â
The old man replies, âPromise you wonât get mad?â âPromise,â she says.
He replies, âI was behind you in line at McDonaldâs.â
She spends $5000 and feels pretty good about the results.
On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving she says to the clerk, âI hope you donât mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?â âAbout 32,â is the reply. âIâm exactly 47,â the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonaldâs and asks the counter girl the very same question.
She replies, âI guess about 29.â â Nope, Iâm 47.â
Now, sheâs feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store 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, âOh, Iâd say 30.â Again she proudly responds, âI am 47, but, thank you.â
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks a senior gentleman the same question.
He replies, âLady, Iâm 78 and my eye sight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure 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 I can tell you exactly how old you are.â
They wait in silence on the empty street until curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, âWhat the heck, go ahead.â
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and under her bra and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. After a couple of minutes of this, she says, âOkay, okay, how old am I?â
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, âMadam, you are 47.â
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, âThat was incredible, how could you tell?â
The old man replies, âPromise you wonât get mad?â âPromise,â she says.
He replies, âI was behind you in line at McDonaldâs.â
