Does this happen to anyone else when trying to buy a pint of milk?

This afternoon, I'm in the little store next to the office, chatting with the 40-something owner about our respective weekends. When she asks about mine, I say I had a nice, low-key weekend, including a lot of quality time reading.

She goes, "Oh, you shouldn't be doing that. You should be with a boyfriend on the beach."

I mean, that was my next idea if the whole wander-around-in-the-rain-along-the-railroad-tracks-looking-for-new-cafés thing had fallen through.