Cosmetic Counter Encounter

Today at the cosmetic counter I cringed in a caustic encounter with baby faced Jane, age 18 and inane, pushing products she can't even ponder. Modeling her wrinkle free skin, Jane claimed I could begin to erase years from my face and tighten my chin. Clueless, her pitch made me flounder. A wee babe in the woods has a hunch That even pork rinds will make young skin glow. The only miracle a sales clerk knows is to sell enough junk to make money for lunch, pushing potions in a corrosive road show. ©2007 Idelle Musiek