She brings her basket to the checkout counter and begins to offload it. She has a half gallon of milk, some apples, a frozen pizza, a pint of ice cream, a loaf of bread, a box of pasta, some canned tomatoes, and some aluminum foil.
The clerk, looking over the assortment of items as he rings her up perks up.
Astonished, she looks at her groceries. What could have given it up? The ice cream? The frozen pizza maybe? She can’t figure it out.
“How’d you guess?” she asked inquisitively.
The clerk replied “Because you’re fucking ugly.”