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: i was out of state on a school related trip and we were allowed to visit the local mall. a structure i had never seen the inside of in my entire life, dammit! ahem. you will see shortly why i feel the need to defend myself with such a disclaimer.

in the distance i noticed a group of young ladies: a drama if you will. i know they call lions a pride, and crows are like a murder. i think they call a gathering of teenage girls a drama. i'll need to update wikipedia later.

i approached.  and i asked the crowd of pigtails and friendship bracelets "do you all know what time it is?" please keep in mind, up until this point i had used that opening frequently with an acceptable success rate. it was just a nice way to break the ice, get the other party talking so that i could introduce myself and eventually ask for a way to reach them later for ice cream and romance.

however...

on this particular occasion, as soon as the final syllable of "do you know what time it is" had left my lips, there was an eruption of laughter. a cacophony of cackles if you will. this was not the laughter of "oh tee hee, it's a boy." no. this was directed completely at me!

the leader... and i'm just guessing she was the leader. she had the most friendship bracelets. i've seen battlestar gallatica, i know how this works. it's like, one friendship bracelet is a private and so on. well this one had four! so she was obviously held in high esteem. she stepped to the side and revealed an establishment behind them all. but this was not just any establishment.

this was a shop whose sole purpose was the creation and distribution of clocks.

clocks...

as in "do you know what time it is" clocks. time pieces. big bens. alarms. sundials. whatever the fuck you want to call them. they were all there, staring at me and laughing. the casual ear may have heard "tic toc. tic toc." but what i heard was "idi-ot. idi-ot."

and as i stood there, frozen in the awkwardness of it all, the group of girls migrated south.

you hear about these star athletes who get injured. they have surgery and go through physical rehabilitation until the doctor gives them the green light. but their game is never quite the same. well that's how it is with me. my swagger acl has been torn. yes it should heal over time, but i doubt i'll ever be quite the same. for all i know i'll ask a girl, "oh did it hurt when you feel from heaven?" and she will pull up her sleeve revealing a cast. that is the paranoia that is my life from hence forth.

TIFU by not scouting out an area before flirting with the locals. [Cake-day Edition]