Scream like the little bitch I am and fall over a nearby box left over from a local chinese food place containing 4 different kinds of rice and a rotten batch of bonless pork ribs. I'd stare at him for a short while and than start to smell the disgusting smell of rotting pork on my pantleg, causing me to puke all over the guy. Upon realizing my mistake, I'd repeteadly apologize and try to clean him off with some nearby newspapers.
Afterwards, I'd notice the front page of the newspaper has a story about an underwear model show, which would make me rush home so I can masturbate furiously.