Susie is down on her luck with nothing but a fiver to her name, so she goes into the supermarket and buys two eggs and a bottle of ketchup. As she is leaving, she stumbles and drops the lot on the concrete path. With nothing to eat, she sits down on a bench and starts to cry. A drunk staggers along, looks at the mess on the ground and puts his arm around her.
“Don’t cry, darlin’,” he slurs, “it wouldn’t have lived anyway. Its eyes are too close together.”