Ahthe days of wold whistles, you feel like shit, you get one and all of a sudden you have a spring in your step 
Although by virtue of the comments on here let me give you this situation.
When heavily pregnant I bumped into a general acquaintance who said, without pausing for breath "Awww! nearly due now? lovely! nipping out to get your mum something for mothers day before you have it?? Lovey! good luck!bye!"
According to you lot I guess I should have screamed like a banshee after her "you utter %$£ why don't you know^ she died last week and I'm out looking for a funeral dress?"
You see, talking to people, often contains meaninless pleasentries, even if inept.
Come to think of it, having just filled up the car (4am) I initiated a converstion with the lad on the counter "must get lonely here at night" to whit he replied "no love, its nice and quiet, I like it"... O.M.G he called me love, I suppose I should report him, see if I can get him sacked or deported or something, the horror of using a term of endearment to some one old enough to be your mother. Christ I don't know how I'm going to get through the day without therapy