Conversation with check-out chick (CC):
CC: That woman always looks nice, doesn't she?
Me: Yes, she does.
CC: Such nice dresses. I used to have some pretty dresses like that, but I left them with someone in New Zealand and never got them back.
Me: Oh, did they make off with them?
CC: No. I left them with my ex's brother, and he had a very low opinion of women.
Me: I see. So you couldn't go back and get them?
CC: He thought all women were the same.
Me: I probably have quite a bad opinion of men.
CC (looks appraisingly at me): I'm sure your bad opinion of men couldn't be as bad as his bad opinion of women.
Me: I wouldn't be so sure.
CC (pauses): There are some good men out there. It's just a matter of finding them. My ex was a good man.
CC: It's just that we couldn't communicate.
Me: Well, that's pretty important.
CC: Yes, but really you want to meet your soul-mate, don't you?
Me: I guess we all do.
CC: I met my soul-mate once, but it was in the wrong place.
Me: Could I take out $100 on top of that?
CC: No. (pauses) Sorry, I'm just in a facetious mood today, as my mother would say.
Now that I've recorded that for e-posterity, it's back to infr*structure...
P.S. The flags on Anzac Hill here are flying at half-mast. I'm guessing that's in honour of the Victorian bushfire victims.