BoxJam (reading): ... looking for the woman with the yellow rose in her lapel. He saw her, and his heart sank, for this woman was well past forty, had chubby ankles, some gray hair, and had a "worn down by life" look...

BoxJam (reading): ... Nevertheless, he thought he could still have a wonderful friendship with this woman, and after all, he had promised to meet her. So he introduced himself, whereupon she said, '"It's not really me you want. That beautiful woman over there had me wear this rose as a test!"

[[A migraine-suffering Little BoxJam ponders the story.]]

Little BoxJam: I guess right about now the frumpy woman started to feel pretty used, huh?