Originally Posted by gerv

This happened to me while at the bike rack, unlocking and getting ready for home.

She[exiting the building with her colleagues]: I like your bike.
Moi: Oh yeah.
She: And I really love your seat.
Moi [jaw dropped and uncharacteristically short for something to say]: Uh...
She: No I meant your bicycle seat.
Moi [ looking at the Bianchi saddle with faux leopard skin sides]: Oh yes... it's a Bianchi.
She: Yes I noticed. I didn't mean your seat... so please don't tell HR.
Moi: No never.