Earlier today I had to run to the grocery store. I'm standing in the checkout line (can't do those fancy schmancy self checkout BS things) and a middle aged lady is checking out. She has a half gallon of milk, a dozen eggs, some lettuce, a few assorted pieces of fruit, and some frozen pizzas. The smarmy young checkout clerk dude in the Megadeth T shirt and bored smile on his face, as he's running her items over the checkout thing, looks up and says..."you must be single." "Well, yeah," she says. "How'd you know." "You're ugly."