I work at the BYU Bookstore, specifically in the Candy Counter. The Candy Counter is situated in the exact center of the Bookstore. This means we see hundred of people pass daily. There are some pretty funny overheards, but several of them are heard from one little pole. It's two feetish in diameter. Why, you ask, do couples come to this obscure pole next to the Candy Counter?
There is a key ring.
On this key ring are lots of other rings.
They have little numbers on them, and that number is something every man must know before he proposes.
All KINDS of fun stuff happens at this little pole. One guy was trying to find his size, and his finger got stuck. It was in the middle of lunchtime, so people were all over the place, and this guy is stuck to the ring stand. Fortunately, somebody had butter (WHY??) and the day was saved, but that's not even the best story.
As you can imagine, we are (probably) the only place on campus you can find out your ring size, and often I see a man and a woman come up to the pole all smiley and happy. There are times however, that the reaction is a bit different.
One guy comes walking past the Candy Counter. He's a regular. I don't know his name, but I always see him holding hands with a VERY attractive girl. He subtly (as an ox landing on your grass hut) directs the young lady he is holding hands with towards the pole. She (seeing the ox landing on her grass hut) edges away towards the book section. He non-chalantly ( about as chalantly as a guy wearing a neon green shirt, purple parachute pants, and a rainbow wig) asks her, "So baby... what's your ring size?"
"No. We're not doing this right now."
"Come on baby, just for fun!"
"Just for fun baby!" (She's not stupid, and realizes the only fun that's gonna come from this involves one knee, and a huge decision)
"David, really, let's leave."
"Oh come on please baby?" (Not only is he as subtle as an ox, he's about as smart as one too.)
"David! Really. I'm not doing that. Not now, not later, give it a rest."
"Baby I'm not gonna buy you a ring! I'm just curious." (I'm not over-exagerrating the "baby" usage. You'd think this guy was Justin Bieber if he talked like a girl and flipped his hair to the side every 3 seconds.)
"David, I'm going to class. Bye."
I never saw him holding hands with her again.