Or as I like to call them opportunitystakes.

I went to the Borders on 57th and Park in Manhattan today with my mother. I being the magazine fiend that I am made a beeline to the magazine section. In order to get to said section I had to take the escalator. There was a girl carrying a dog and her bizarre mother. The mother turns around and looks at me. She smiles and then says, "My dog has the same shirt that you do."
I smile uneasily and respond "oh?"
"Yes, and I say this because I saw your shirt and loved the color, then I realized that you two had the same shirt. You remind me of my dog."
Then I just looked ahead and let my soul die.