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