I’ve been studying my quickly forming wrinkles increasingly frequently lately. To Bo or not to Tox? Is it a modern day necessary evil, or just downright ridiculous? I feel the answer will be formed the day a wrinkle can’t be removed by contorting my face…
In the meantime, an alternative strategy has made itself apparent: nice cashiers.
As I went to pay for entrance to a museum, the cashier asked, “Are you under 27?”
The correct answer, I soon discovered, is “Yes, of course!” said with the casual, bored arrogance of a 16 year old.
The wrong answer is something along the lines of , “Umm..[look left, look right]..uh..[grin like a Cheshire cat]..yes?”
Entrance fee paid: full price.
But the possibility of being under 27? Priceless!