I was at the checkout this morning, putting all my shopping down in front of the cashier:
Ready meal for one.
Small size breakfast cereal.
Single pizza.
One tomato.
One onion.
One apple.
Half bottle of voddy.
etc.
She looked up and said,
"You're single, aren't you?"
I asked,
"How can you tell?"
"Well," she said, "You're f*****g ugly."