"Hey, I'm, like, all the way across town, but I am on my way," you reassure your supervisor.
'Boy, is she in for a surprise!' you think with a chuckle. Still, you have the jar of ointment, so you have some evidence.
Taking the next corner, you turn the car and head in the general direction of work. Luckily, like much of America, this is a city of strip malls. Going back to the one where you got the Age Cream would be tempting fate to run into the (now old) security guard-- and that would just complicate matters. That'd be no good.
Putting on a pair of sunglasses, you turn on a local rock station popular with the young people of your town and start noticing all the high school girls, shapely and scantily clad in the warm summer air, and some of them seem to notice you.
Pulling into a sprawling strip mall, you see you have quite a selection of places to spend your hard won, wage slave income....