I was in New York City last night and had an inexplicable desire to visit a rooftop bar or two. We tried one, and wandered into the tail end of a lesbian Halloween party (they had rented the place), which was a bit odd but interesting nonetheless. It was, however, not a true rooftop, but stuck in the side of the building about halfway up.
We then went to a place called The Plunge in the meat packing district, recommended to us by the hotel concierge where we were staying. It's apparently the "hottest" rooftop bar right now, and we were made to wait outside while the doorman was on break. There was an apparently important youngish woman in line just next to us who rode up the elevator with us once we finally got in.
We looked at the elevator buttons, and nothing was labeled 'Bar' or 'The Plunge' or anything like that, but after a moment she pressed the button labeled PH. Dork that I am, I said that oh, that was probably "penthouse. That or FFFFF (I made the sound)". It took her a moment and then she broke out in uncontrollable laughter for about 20 seconds, then told me it made her night.
I thought that was a bit much but later my friend and business partner, who is much better at analyzing social situations than me, said it seemed from all the things we saw of her before and after the elevator ride that she was probably under a lot of social pressure to look and act a certain way, and would never dream of saying something dumb like I had offhand. Whereas we were just looking to kill some time on our last night in NYC, and I was out to impress no-one, she was presumably doing some sort of Game of Thrones level social maneuvering. It was gratifying to have someone laugh so hard at such a silly offhand comment. I don't really know what else to make of it, but it was an interesting evening and it has gotten me thinking.