How poker works in real life. No 56.

You walk into Boots. The woman behind the counter looks at you.
You haven't got make up on, hell, you've barely managed to get your wig on.
You ask about the product you've seen on the telly.
The one that will make you look younger and beautiful. Guaranteed.
Again she looks at you, you both look at the stain on your chest.
You are shamed. But bravely you ask again.

She asks you about your skin care routine.
You think: Well, hang on, I use some good brands and fuck it,
I'm not afraid to speak their names.
You venture: Clarins, she reaches for the product you asked
for from a secret cupboard.

You talk about foundation and go up a few brands: Chantecaille.
There's suddenly a look a of respect in her eye as she puts the
product on the counter.

Then you play your ace card, you mention the most expensive brand
you've ever bought. You throw it in her face with annihilating force,
reminding her she works at Boots and shouldn't judge a customer
by her stained clothes, and you say: Perricone MD.

She breaks, is utterly defeated, she knows she cannot win this game
and meekly hands over this free sample too (worth £20).

Yeah bitch, suck on that.