Just like everyday Dave got out of bed and took a hot shower. After drying off he went to the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee. Then like any other day he went to wake his wife with a kiss. Then he saw what millions of men see everyday, Crows Feet. A pretty face but deep lines that turn right into wrinkles.
It was happening all over the country, men discovering their wives were aging and not just aging but showing their age. The problem was how to tell her without a lot of tears, words, and kicks. The method they tried was gifts.
Women everywhere like to recieve gifts and always keep them. Men quickly decided gifts were the way to go. Anti-wrinkle creams start to appear everywhere, but what to get? Tubes, soaps, oils, injections, and capsules are all available. Instant results or long term committment, cheap or expensive, English or foreign, this may be difficult.
Each man was given a different kind, so the could discover the best wrinkle cream. Full of enthusiasm, some men ran straight home, to give their wives the gifts that were really to benefit themselves. With big smiles they handed their wives the cream, and waited for approval. They were rewarded with stilettos flying past their ears, as the wives cried that their husbands didn't think they were attractive anymore. Those husbands quickly warned the others that their plan was not the way to go. And with all that crying, there were sure to be at least two more canyons across her forehead in the morning.
Stumped, a few men placed the cream in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, hoping their wives would just find the cream and start using it on their own. So there they sat, collecting dust, and not doing anything to rectify the growing lines. One wife even accused her husband of cheating, saying his mistress must have left the cream. Boy was this plan backfiring.
One husband even tried putting the cream on his wife after she went to sleep. He was sure this would work, but then she rolled over and got the cream all over the pillow which quickly turned blue. This method quickly failed because the cream would get wiped off. This plan would only create more laundry.
At this point some men decided wrinkles are not that bad and gave up. But one man was not willing to give up. He thought about the things his wife like best, diamonds, gold, silver, shiny things and thats when it struck him. He knew what to do.
He ran to the store as fast as his feet would take him. He found the prettiest jar he could find and then after putting his cream in it he put a big red pretty bow on it and brought it home.
Seeing the jar his wife gave him hugs and kisses. He told her he didn't know what was in the jar but the jar was as pretty as her. She realized what was in it and put it right on the bathroom counter.
She was excited every morning to play with the pretty jar, and her husband was tickled pink when, in a week, the valleys smoothed out. The best wrinkle cream, the husbands discovered, had nothing to do with the ingredients, or the country they were made in. No, the best wrinkle cream comes in a shiny, glass jar. Those were the ones the women wanted to use. And quickly after, the price for a glass jar sky rocketed. But such is the price to pay for lovely wives.
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