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: obligatory "this didn't happen today," it actually happened a couple of months ago. let me introduce myself, i'm currently a college freshman from queens living at a college in the bronx. i went to an all-boys high school in manhattan, and during my senior year there, i was in a school musical, where i met a girl. she was the most beautiful girl i've ever met, incredible body, long blond hair, blue eyes, the works, and she was really, really into me. we started dating after seeing each other for a while, and wound up staying together for about 8 months.


as i started to get accustomed to college and succeed, socially, in work, and in school, she grew jealous and crazy, trying to make me stop spending time with all female friends and threatening me whenever i wanted to stay at school instead of spending time with her, even if it was because i had work to do. so, after a while i decide enough is enough and decide to break it off. here's where the fuck up comes.

so, the day i decide to break it off, she texts me before i leave to get on the train to grand central, where i'm supposed to meet her. text says that she has a surprise for me. great. i get off my train, and meet her by the big clock in the center of grand central. she has a large foil tin in her hand, and hands it over confidently. i slide the cover off and look in, and see a fresh batch of my favorite cookies. guilt sets in. she tells me to take the cover all the way off, and look in. so i do, and this reveals big felt letters glued to the inside of the tin top : "formal?", underneath a big picture of us. she was asking me to her big junior formal dance that would happen about a month later. more guilt. i tell her nervously that i'd be happy to go with her. so, i hug her, and head to our destination, which was to visit our old acting friends at a rehearsal at my old school. i begin acting very distant and aloof, and as we're walking down 14th street, she asks me what's wrong, and playfully asks if i even want to be with her anymore. to which i cannot mutter a response better than "erm...uhh.." reeking of awkward discomfort. she picks up on this and pulls me over to the side of the sidewalk to talk.

 she asks me again, seriously this time. i begin to blurt the truth about how crazy she's been, and plainly and confidently state to her, "i'm sorry, but i'm unhappy, and i do not wish to date you anymore." she gives me a blank look, and then begins to react. for those of you who don't know nyc, 14th street is the widest street in  manhattan, and thus receives the most pedestrian foot traffic. so, there were many eyes on us as she begins to rip into me, shouting all manner of obscenities, and accusing me of cheating on her and even being gay. at this point, i'm balancing the cookie-tin in one hand as a waiter holds a tray. bad idea, i know. during her verbal assault, she throws a vicious uppercut at the poor, unsuspecting tin of trader joe's cookies, sending it flying through the air above us, delicious morsels scattering like chocolatey shrapnel. after what felt like 30 seconds for the tin to actually re-conform to the forces of gravity, the tin lands displaying about half the cookies (the ones that didn't fly out), and the tin lid lands propped up against it in such a way that the picture of us and the big letters spelling "formal" faced our curious 14th street audience perfectly. passers-by couldn't help to put two and two together when they saw and heard her screaming, standing over the cookie tin display at our feet. i heard all manner of sympathies from the small crowd that had gathered, such as "poor girl!", "she's getting her heart broken!", "oh, i feel so bad for her!", and even a "what an asshole." when i asked my now ex if we could turn the corner and talk somewhere else, she said no, and continued to rip into me in front of what felt like all of lower manhattan.

TIFU by breaking up with my girlfriend on the busiest street in New York City.