I related how my sister, Carla, and I recently visited Vegas. While there, we perused the high end department stores. One saleslady at a cosmetic counter promised to wipe away my undereye circles and bags and to erase the "feathers" around Carla's eyes with her overpriced, miracle cream.
She dabbed a plastic applicator into the cream and held it out. "See how it glistens? You can use it all over. It will change your life."
Really? That little dab of goop is going to change my life? I don't think so.
"Honey," I drawled. "It's going to take a lot more than that to change my life." I picked up the jar of cream, saw that it was ninety five dollars for less than an ounce. In my wildest fantasies, I wouldn't spend ninety five dollars for something that looks like mayonaise. Give me a break.
"You will be sorry if you don't buy it," she said with a look of disapproval.
Gem for the day: I'd be sorry if I did buy it. And I'm not talking about just the cream.