When I was in London between college and law school, I bought this big poster at an art museum. I managed to keep it in good shape despite having to carry it across Europe, and when I got back to the U.S., I framed it so I could hang it in my living room.
I lived in an apartment at the time, and one of the other people who lived in the same building was an older Hispanic gentleman who enjoyed working out. At least, I think he enjoyed working out. Otherwise, he just hung out a lot in his super tight, super short shorts, tank top, and wrist bands for no real reason.
When I was carrying my newly framed poster into my apartment building, Ol' Shorty Shorts was coming out of the building.
"Nice picture!" he said.
But I didn't understand him, probably because I was focused on not looking below his waist, so I said, "What?"
"Nice picture!" he said again.
"You too!" I said, and ran inside as fast as I could while carrying a giant frame.
I retain my crown as the Queen of the Awkward Conversation.