The facelift
Mots-clés : Vieillesse
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 news stand to buy a newspaper. 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 ?
- I'm exactly 47, the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question. She replies :
- I guess about 29.
- Nope, I'm 47.

Now, she's 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 :
- Oh, I'd say 30.
Again she proudly responds :
- I am 47, but, thank you.

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man the same question. He replies :
- Lady, I'm 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.

They wait in silence on the empty street until curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out :
- What the heck, go ahead.

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 :
- Okay, okay... how old am I ?

He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says :
- Madam, you are 47.

Stunned and amazed, the woman says :
- That was incredible, how could you tell ?
- Promise you won't get mad ?
- No, she says.
- I was behind you in line at McDonald's.