A friend was working at her college job, cooking gyros at a street stand on Welch Ave in Ames, IA. It was winter, and cold, so it's always fun to watch the scantily clad sorority chicks shiver down the street in short skirts. One of them stopped at the gyro stand. "Can I get a warm pita?" My friend complied, and then asked her to move out of the way so the next person could order. "But... it's COLD!" Yeah, I know, but you're not really dressed in such a way that would make me take pity on you. Please move. *whimper whimper hover over hot stove* Listen you need to move out of the way, please. "But... I'm pretty!"
Drunk sorority girl probably didn't realize what came out of her mouth, maybe the cold had slowed down her thought-voice filter to the point where she just said what she was thinking. My friend gave her the warm pita bread and she went on her way. Where that way will take her, god only knows.