A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. Several weeks later, and feeling good about herself, she takes the bus into town. On her way home, she stops at the newsstand to buy a paper. Before leaving, she asks the clerk, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?”
“About 32”, is the reply.
“Nope! I’m 50”, the woman says, gleefully.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the same question.
“I’d guess about 29?”, says the girl.
The woman replies, with a big smile, “Nope, I’m exactly 50.”
Now she’s feeling really good about herself. She stops at a candy store on her way down the street.
She goes up to the counter to get some mints, and asks the assistant the same burning question.
The clerk responds, “Oh, I’d say about 30.”
Again she says, proudly “No, I’m 50, but thank you!”
While waiting for the bus, to go home, she asks an old man, waiting next to her, the same question.
He replies, “Lady, I’m 85 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was a young man there was a sure fire way to tell the age of a woman. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to allow me to put my hands inside your bra. Then, and only then, can I tell you exactly how old you are.”
They wait in silence for several minutes until curiosity gets the better of her. She finally blurts out, “Oh, what hell, go ahead.”
He slips both hands under her blouse, and begins to feel around very carefully. He bounces, and weighs each breast, and gently squeezes each nipple. He pushes her breasts together, and finally rubs them together.
After a few minutes of this, the woman says, “OK, OK… how old am I?”
“Madam, you are 50.”
Stunned, the woman says, “That was incredible. How could you tell?”
“I was behind you at McDonald’s.”