Frankie stops by a department store to fix up her face. She says, “Now, you might think that pretending to buy makeup so you can use all the free testers is dishonest, but I prefer the term resourceful.” It beats using the lipstick at the bottom of her purse. And by that, we mean she was originally finger-scooping the globs of gloss stuck in the lining. It was like trying to score one last brush-worth of toothpaste from a flattened tube.

A saleswoman talks Frankie into an impulse buy. She spends 20 dollars on a teensy-weensy container of face cream. The stuff really makes you look younger when you stare at your reflection in a toaster. Frankie’s feeling pretty good about treating herself until she realizes the cream didn’t cost 20 bucks. It was actually $200! Frankie didn’t realize it at the time. She was tired, though not according to the toaster.