Unintended Side Effects of Wrinkle Cream

This post by MomTheMinx reminded me of something that happened last week shopping at Bloomingdales.

Several years ago in New Orleans, a few of us went to Jackson Square for some palm reading after a lovely dinner at K-Paul's. We picked an old wizardly man, dressed in leather breeches. Had long flowing grey hair and beard.

He read us all. Was fascinating. Pointing out the differences and similarities among us. We sniggered at how accurate some of the personality traits were. He sat up and took notice when it was Sheena's turn. My hand is different than most. Only seen it a few other times. His was like mine. A multitude of spidery thin lines, making it difficult to see some of the traditional lines. Mine was 1 in 10,000. He said represented an old soul: wisdom, insight, armchair strategist.

Walking through the cosmetics department, a taut peroxided woman approached us, offering us a sample of a new skin enhancement creme. It was meant to be put on the face before any make up, so that it would plump in any fine lines before the war paint. Skin looks smoother, younger.

She took a little sample on a stick and asked us to try it. Put out my hand and she rubbed it right in. Minutes later my heart stopped and I gasped. "Oh my God... I've lost my soul". Sure enough, the lines were gone. I felt very Bart Simpson for the rest of the day until it wore off.