The Way To A Man’s Wallet Is Through His Ego.

Copped for a girl selling something in the local shopping centre today:

“Hello sir. At the risk of offending you, may I ask how old you are?”

Me:”At the risk of offending me, you tell me.”

“Twenty-three or twenty-four.”

Me:”You’re having a laugh aren’t you!”

“How old are you?”

Me:”Forty-four.”

“Sorry, thirty . . .?”

Me:”Not thirty-four. Forty-four.”

“If you don’t mind me saying so, sir, you look absolutely amazing!”

Me:”Admirable tactics, but no sale.”