Granted, but the store is then flooded with confused mobs of superficial young men looking for bubbleheaded girlfriends, and by the time you get to the front of the line, ready to ask for your simple bar of imported chocolate, the cashier has collapsed from a combination of exhaustion and frustration (having had to explain the difference to each and every one of the young men in question, one at a time) and the store is due to close anyway.

I wish... (Hmm... I had a few possible answers in mind for this one, maybe it's worth giving someone else a shot, too...) I wish I wasn't single anymore.

Paul

When in doubt, think about penguins. It probably won't help, but at least it'll be fun.