Anti-aging

This year, I started off the Christmas season buying myself an advent calendar from the 1,000 Islands Soap Company. It is a beautiful chest of treasures and samples with one treat to be opened every day in December.  For several solid reasons that I won’t go into, I decided it was best to start opening on November 1st.

On Tuesday, November 5th, I opened box number five—I stick to only one a day, no cheating—and found a small container of anti-aging cream. My skeptical husband raised an eyebrow, but I decided to try it out and applied it generously during my morning routine.

Late in the day on that same Tuesday, I went over to Shoppers to get my flu shot. When checking in, the woman looked over my registration form and muttered “66”. I detected a surprised tone.  I asked, “66 what?, What’s 66?” . She replied, still with the tone, “Your age. You’re sixty six?”.

I confirmed, “Yes, that’s right.”

She confirmed, “So you’ll want the extra strength seniors’ dose?”

Now, I admit that everything is open to interpretation, but my interpretation was that I certainly don’t look my age, could the cream have started to work?…maybe I don’t really need the anti-aging cream?

When I got home, I proudly described the encounter to my husband, who I may have described earlier as being incapable of telling even the smallest lie. His interpretation? “Maybe you better keep it up with that cream.”