Wrinkled Grouse

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!

2 thoughts on “Wrinkled Grouse

  1. Don’t make me want to hurt you.

    Talk to me again when you have survived one bout of teenage years, two bouts of toddler tantrums and 25 years living with a european….

    How many times do I have to tell you… you are stunning. Enjoy the age you are – in 15 years you will look back and realise this is the most gorgeous age a woman can be.

    Lxx

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