Judgment of accidental role models’ extra-marital affairs takes the biscuit

WHEN the little old lady barred my way in the confectionery aisle of SuperValu, I thought she wanted to know where the chocolate malted milk biccies were or to get me to read aloud the ingredients in the tiny print on the back of a package.

But no.

“You look better than you do on the television and in pictures,” she announced. “Younger, too.”