Never under estimate a drunk....
I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected:
>A half-gallon of 2% milk,
>A carton of eggs,
>A quart of orange juice,
>A head of romaine lettuce,
>A 2 lb. can of coffee, and
>A 1 lb. package of bacon.
>As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk
>standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the
>While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly
>stated, "You must be single."
>I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the
>derelict's intuition, since I was indeed single. I looked at the six
>items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my
>selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status.
>Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: "Well, you know what,
>you're absolutely right. But how on earth did you know that?"
>The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly."