I'm walking in a suit with a dozen roses, and a petite bag full of a bottle of particularly pretty perfume, a box of melt-in-your-mouth chocolate truffles, and a necklace, and some guy asks "Going on a date?" when I'm walking past him.
Needless to say, all the lights in the three block area went out. I hate stupid questions. It was the hardest thing to keep from putting my cigarette out on his face.