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: so, as per usual, this didn't actually happen today. rather it happened a few days ago and i'm still just recovering from the embarrassment. 

let's just jump right in.

i'm a 20 y/o, 6'2 male who works at a bike shop in a smallish college town in the grand state of texas. this particular shop has no bathroom, or even running water, by any definition (starting to think that's violating some code, but whatever). instead of just using a corner or tree outside we have to take a stroll to a nearby store and use their poorly kept facilities. well today that urge hit me and there was no alternative, i had to take care of shit right then. i made it to the store in record time and got my business taken care of without incident (i feel like i'm breaking the norm by not shitting myself at least once in a tifu). typically after i use the restroom there i try and buy something afterwards. i mean, i'm a broke college student who eats very poorly, after some of the things i've done in there i'm surprised no one has called the un to accuse me of war crimes - the least i could do is give them a few bucks and take a pop off their hands. so i'm standing in line behind a rather unkind gentleman who is just going to town with the insults on the poor cashier. the guy is starting to get a bit racist at this point and i'm wondering when, if at all, i need to step in and try to get the guy to simmer down. i'm about to play hero when i'm distracted by a little person walking in right behind the guy. immediately i'm fantasizing about this small woman taking out the rude dude's knees while the cashier pulls some wwe shit. alas, by the time i snap back to reality mr. buttface has left the building, angrily. i step up to the cashier and start telling him how sorry i am that there are assholes like that in the world and that he has to deal with them. the guy is super understanding, saying he sees the guy once a week and just assumes he has a rough life. very noble. i think the cashier is pretty chill and i see him on a rather regular basis so i'm just chatting with him about whatever when i go to lean on the l-shaped counter. only something is off. the counter feels much warmer than it should and has a distinct fuzziness that i don't really associate with counters. also counters don't typically scream at you for leaning on them. naturally i jump at the combination of these factors and look down to see a very upset looking little person. at this point i can see i'm fucked, there's no talking my way out of this. the only explanation i have is that i didn't see her, because she is short. even thought that shouldn't be offensive (because she is actually short, like in real life), i feel like it just would have upset her more. now the cashier is laughing his ass off, the lady is angrily looking up at me like i just asked her what kind of boss willy wonka was, and i'm just stammering out useless apologies and half sentences.  i can't bear it anymore and just start backing out of the door with my drink in hand. as soon as the door closed i booked it back to the shop and thought long and hard about my life and what series of poor decisions i had to make to lead me to this point.

TIFU by leaning where no man, woman, or large child should lean.