`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where--' said Alice.`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'
`In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?'
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Yes, but was he attractive?
Attractiveness is so subjective, as you know. Did I find him attractive? No. He looked like Michael Briere (killer of Holly Jones) with glasses, nervous and nerdy. Not bad looking per se, but nothing about him that made me want to talk to him. Except I did want to ask, "Based on your purchases, I gather you're single. Are you?" But then what? I didn't want to act weirder than he looked.
I often look at other peoples' shopping baskets and wonder to myself the following:"Big family? Small family? Single? Married? Heart attack candidate? What a Pig!" I'm a bloody judgemental supermarket basket voyeur.
Hey, that was me at the check out.
FYI, I only bought one HungryMan. The other one was a regular.
But hey, thanks for the plug.
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