Harold’s wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger. After a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the „miracle“ products, she asked, „Darling, honestly, what age would you say I am?“ Looking over her carefully, Harold replied, „Judging from your skin, twenty your hair, eighteen and your figure, twenty five.“ „Oh, you flatterer!“ she gushed. „Hey, wait a minute!“ Harold interrupted. „I haven’t added them up yet.“
