It seems that laughing at me, or with me, was one of those occasions. We flew Finnair to Helsinki, and my 17 year old daughter had refused to come with us, after all who goes to Finland in January. The plane was virtually empty with the only other passengers being an American Chippendales group. She regretted her decision when we told her on our return. The next morning I joined a huge queue of women in a department store to book tickets for a concert of music by Sibelius in the Finlandia Hall, a planned highlight of our holiday. When I reached the front of the queue and asked for Sibelius tickets, the ticket seller burst out laughing. All the women in the queue behind me started laughing and then he explained, I had been the only man waiting, everyone else was booking for the Chippendales.
One of the interesting symptoms of getting old is you can remember incidents from 10, 20, or 50 plus years ago but can't remember what you did yesterday.