Ahh, fujos are definitely the spice of life, they go off at the weirdest moments. Once I was taking a test in a really cold classroom and decided to wear a glove on my writing hand to make it more bearable, one guy from my circle of friends at the time asked if he could use the other one since he's left-handed, I was like sure. Instantly this girl neither of us had ever spoken a word with practically screamed "can I ship you two?" at us... It was one of the most bizarre moments in my entire life and I couldn't reply anything witty, just said "err, please don't." I don't think I'd even have minded if it wasn't a complete stranger just exploding internally at me.