One time my best friend and I were at a department store looking for boxing gear, and these two young teenagers walk into the sports section and are obviously trying their hardest to impress us. One kid, a plump, oxish-looking guy with hat hair, picks up one of those gel bicycle seats and starts inspecting it like he's Lance Armstrong, complete with little "hmmm" noises and raised eyebrows. The other kid, a stringbean with a voice like a teakettle boiling over, looks at the first kid, slaps his hand to his forehead and starts shaking his head, then says: "You're fifteen and you're still playing with toooooys?" He then looks toward us while we're just frozen in confusion and rolls his eyes and says: "My cousin in a niiiiiincompoop." We both started dying laughing and didn't stop until the time we left the store. It was like the whiney kid was trying to share a moment with us and just ended up making himself look like a strange little gay man with a bad sense of humor.