I don't ask a lot of questions. Not during a conversation. My feeling is if you want to tell me, you want to talk about it - you will. I hate putting people in a difficult situation. I've been there, and it sucks. So....well, you know the sayin'. "Do unto others..." and all.
Anyway - I got this email the other day from a friend. I'm adding this to the list of reasons I just don't ask questions.
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."
Because, you know, it would be just my luck........
Posted by Tammi at May 15, 2007 06:28 AM | TrackBackYou know what popped into my head when I read the punchline?
Wow , she must really been ugly for her to be noticibly ugly to a drunk... or does one only become pretty in dimly lit bars?
Posted by: michele at May 15, 2007 07:46 AMI'm sure T1G wishes this story would stop floating around the net. It had to be embarassing for him the next day! :)
Posted by: Contagion at May 15, 2007 07:49 AMContagion? Why do you think I don't take him to the grocery store anymore.
Posted by: Tammi at May 15, 2007 09:08 AMOh good GRIEF!
Posted by: Richmond at May 15, 2007 06:52 PM