Nine
I was meeting a friend in a bar, and, as I went in, I noticed two pretty
girls looking at me.
"Nine," I heard one whisper as I passed. Feeling pleased with myself, I
swaggered over to my buddy and told him a girl had just rated me a nine
out
of ten.
"I don't want to ruin it for you," he said, "but when I walked in, they
were
speaking German."