One time, an old lady sat next to me on the tram.
She kept looking at me.
“Are you engaged?” she asked.
“No.”
“Of course you’re not.”
“Excuse me?”
“Listen, you’re like my daughter.
No one will ever consider marrying you if you look like that.”
“What’s it to you? I don’t want to get married, anyway.”
As soon as I uttered those words
Everyone was glaring at me as if I were an alien.
