I was trying to explain to a guy who'd asked me out why I didn't want a boyfriend...I got flustered because he kept glaring at me (because he was totally missing my point- I didn't want a steady boyfriend, I just wanted to go on a few dates with him, to even see if it was worth the trouble...what?! I was 15. Shh...) and I ended up telling this long, rambling story about a person who kept buying pet snakes, naming them Bubba, and then they'd die, so she'd go get another one and start the whole thing again. Then she finally bought a snake, named it Melvin, and he lived. The End.
Ok, yeah, his glare was totally justified. I should have just said what I meant.