One afternoon after work and on my way home, I stopped at the local supermarket where I bought:
A half-gallon of 2% milk;
A carton of eggs;
A quart of orange juice;
A head of lettuce;
A 2-lb can of coffee;
A 1-lb package of bacon.
As I unloaded the items in my cart onto the check-out counter conveyor belt, the fellow behind me, whose breath reeked heavily of alcohol and who looked obviously drunk, watched. While the cashier rang my purchases, the drunk calmly stated: “You must be single.”
While I was startled by the inebriated stranger’s proclamation, I was even more intrigued by his intuition, since I indeed had not yet found my Mr. Right.
I looked at the items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my purchases which would have given the drunkard any clue to my marital status.
Finally, curiosity got the better of me, and so I said; “Yes, you are correct. But how on earth did you know that I am single?”
The drunk replied, “ ‘Cause you’re ugly.”
Author Unknown
A half-gallon of 2% milk;
A carton of eggs;
A quart of orange juice;
A head of lettuce;
A 2-lb can of coffee;
A 1-lb package of bacon.
As I unloaded the items in my cart onto the check-out counter conveyor belt, the fellow behind me, whose breath reeked heavily of alcohol and who looked obviously drunk, watched. While the cashier rang my purchases, the drunk calmly stated: “You must be single.”
While I was startled by the inebriated stranger’s proclamation, I was even more intrigued by his intuition, since I indeed had not yet found my Mr. Right.
I looked at the items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my purchases which would have given the drunkard any clue to my marital status.
Finally, curiosity got the better of me, and so I said; “Yes, you are correct. But how on earth did you know that I am single?”
The drunk replied, “ ‘Cause you’re ugly.”
Author Unknown
