Amusement while I was walking the dog.
When you’re somewhat androgynous, this is a thing that happens frequently. I enjoy it way too much.
Especially when there are small children who are too young to realise some questions are apparently “inappropriate” and flat out ask me “are you a boy or a girl?” and I’ll usually answer something along the lines of it either/or, doesn’t really bother me, depends on the day, or if I’m feeling particularly playful, tell them I’m undecided that day and maybe they could suggest something.