WHY YOU NEVER QUESTION A DRUNK
A joke:
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 derelicts 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.’
