At the checkout counter of the supermarket the guy standing in line behind me says to me: "I can see you don't live alone". He obviously refers to the truckload of items in my trolley.
"No I don't", I smile back.
"Pity", he says. "We could have had a great time together."
I look at him.
He's about 30 years older than I am.
I'm not sure whether to take it as a compliment.