This ties in with the "disasterous dates" suggestion too.
My good friend and I made the fool error of going on a double date together.

The girls were beautiful, stupid, and utterly shallow - not fitted to our pretentions of artistic, philosophical grandeur with which we so flattered our burgeoning late-teen egos.

As the conversation drew on, a point of conversation that passed briefly of my friend's mother's demise - she'd died from cancer when he was about ten. We then moved on, circled handbags, and finally went down the plughole of discussing fashion in general.

Having finally ground to a halt, we all sat at the table opposite each other, utterly bored with each other's company.

For want of something better to do, I lit another cigarette, and, rolling the end on the edge of the ashtray contemplatatively, indicated the ash therein and mused to my friend, "Oh look, Mike - it's your mum."

"Oh that's completely disgusting and SO disrespectful!" cried the girls huffily, grabbed their coats, got up and left.

Whether it was the excuse they needed to get shot of us, or a genuinely poncy reaction, I don't care - Mike and I proceeded to have a fine evening drinking heavily and discussing music.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 12 May 2011, 15:09, 2 replies)

Heh, good thing you got rid of them, hanging around people like that can be very awkward and boring.
(Avnas dosh!, Fri 13 May 2011, 6:13, closed)

That
sir, sounds like a foolproof get-out-of-jail-free card for these exact situations
(Captain Sensible "I'll be your animal in a yellow plastic bin", Sat 14 May 2011, 19:52, closed)