"There is this 7-day miracle cream," I told a friend. "I want it."
"But you don't have wrinkles," she said.
"Here," I said, pointing to the fine lines that appeared as I crinkled my eyes in a bizarre Mao Tse Tung smile.
"Those are laugh lines. You don't need it, yet."
"But I need a miracle in 7 days."
"This is only for the skin," she repeated.
"Can I not use it to iron out other things?"