Why you never question a drunk.

I was in line after shopping at the local supermarket where I had 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
A 1 lb. package of bacon

As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, I noticed a slowly swaying drunk standing behind me, watching intently 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 more than a little startled by his proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict's keen intuition, since I was indeed single. I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that might have tipped off the drunk to my marital status. Curiosity having gained the better of me, I said: "Well, you know what, you're absolutely right. But how on earth did you know that?"


He replied, "Cuz you're ugly."

Scheesch!

Al