>WHY YOU NEVER QUESTION 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 cashier.
>
> 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."
