Making my way across WalMart from Sporting Goods to the cat food aisle, my cell phone rang. My wife was calling and asked where I was. Not wishing to pass up a great opportunity, I replied in a clear, carrying, cell-phone voice, "Oh, I'm here in Wal-Mart, just walking around in ladies' underwear..."
The two junior high girls within earshot spun around so quicky I was afraid they might have sprained something - they were unamused as I pointed to the racks around me and protested, "What?! ...What?!?"
No sense of humor in kids these days.