In a Minneapolis drugstore, a 17-year-old boy was at a loss.
He came to the store to buy a lipstick as a present for his girlfriend. But asked the shade of the lipstick he wanted, he had no idea. The red color of her lip was still vivid in his mind, but he couldn’t tell which shade of the sample lipsticks the sales clerk showed him matched that of his girlfriend’s.
Then, suddenly his face brightened. He whipped out his handkerchief from his pocket, and, pointing at the crimson smear, he exclaimed, “That shade!”
He had kissed his girlfriend before leaving her at her door the day before, and had stashed deep in his pocket the handkerchief he used to wipe out the telltale sign on his lip, successfully avoiding his mother’s noticing it. He just remembered that, and presented the smear on the handkerchief as the exact sample of the shade he wanted.