I once met four african american ladies on the street after a wedding reception--I was walking with the groom and the guy who did the hitchin'. We were still in our tuxes and were immediately stopped by these four lovely ladies who, at first glance, had been going though some unfortunate relationship issues.

We received many hugs as they shed tears due to one of them having a wedding date that passed three months prior--with no ring on her finger.

My car was parked just a block or so away and I told the fine ladies, "hold tight, I know just the cure for that frown." A short skip away to my car and in the back seat were roses leftover from the wedding--I grabbed a few of the best looking roses and headed back to them. Each lady received a rose and an assurance that all will work itself out in the end.

By the end of this now 15 minute meeting, they were smiling and I had been referred to as "boo." I've never reached "boo" status before but, perhaps it was the gin talking at the time, I was pretty damn happy about it. A fine lady such as her felt I was worthy of the "boo" title, it was worth it.