Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: this happened last weekend.  
tifu, i had a $10 amc stubs credit that was expiring saturday night so i went online and purchased seats for the 9:50 am avengers showing on sunday morning. i'm not a big comic/marvel guy, there just wasn't anything else worth seeing (apologies to the age of adaline fans).  
in the past--opening weekend crowds have never really been an issue during this time slot at our theater...seen quite a few "blockbusters" without issue so didn't think much of it.  rolled up to get our seats and the auditorium was slammed. wife waited near the entryway as i walked to the far-side and back looking for two seats together.  
no luck.  
an amc attendant popped up next to us, "there's two together up there in the second row."  
b*tch you crazy?!?! this movie's three hours long!  
i politely declined, “thanks we'll just go back to guest services and exchange for a new show time.” that’s when a voice piped up over the crowd's dull roar.  
"do you only need two together?"  
we said yes, and this nice lady about 4 rows up starts walking to the aisle.  
“i can sit in this single behind me, here.”  
well, how damn thoughtful. faith in humanity restored.  
we thanked her for the kind gesture as she stepped out of her row and up to the one behind us as my wife lead the way to the pair of seats that were now ours.  
settled in, turned our phones off and started to get comfy when it hit...it hit hard...a funk so pungent you could taste it.  
there, seated on the other side of my wife, i could only describe as real-life comic book guy.
overflowing in his seat, he was a bit slovenly as much of whatever he was drinking out of his thermos had already ended up on the front of his shirt. he was putting out an odor that made me wanna say, “how dare you!?!”
every time he moved a wave of indescribable bo would sit on the both of us for a good minute before receding like some foul tide.  
this lasted the whole movie.  
i felt so bad for my wife, she was on the front lines...she took the brunt of it.  
ladies first was a curse that day i tell you.  
i offered to swap seats but she knew that i would probably be a little more obnoxious about the situation and wanted to keep the peace. 
lucky for me, the kid i was next to had a heaping bag of popcorn that dutifully combated the stench best it could. that provided sparse relief here and there.
three hours man...three hours...  
as we left it was obvious the nice young lady who so "selflessly" surrendered her seat to us was not bestowing a random act of kindness, but instead found one helluvan out to ditch the stink without looking like a bad guy.  
well played madame.

TIFU by taking my wife to The Avengers: Age of Ultron