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: do you ever run into a person or group of people that are maybe just a little too 'friendly'? you know, like that one person on the subway who tries to talk to you even though you have two earbuds in. who doesn't let up until they're showing you pictures of their cat on their phone and asking for your advice about whether they should ask their boss for a raise? 

well, i ran into three of them yesterday.

i was shopping at kohl's for some clothes for a work business trip when in come mom, son, and son 2. i've been pretty stressed about this trip so i had enough going on in my mind to pay much attention to this lovely family. i wish i could say the kids were disrespectful brats and i wouldn't see mom until next tuesday, but they really were a polite family.

i was flipping through the shirts looking for a goddamn 17 34/35 which never is fucking in-stock when mom scooches in nice and close to me to find a shirt for son 2. i smile -which i guess is the queue to these over-sharers- and slide around the back to hopefully find a goddamn fucking shirt that fits! mom keeps glancing at me, and i smile at her again.

mom: "excuse me, sir. what size shirt are you? usually my husband does this stuff but he's out of town, ya know?"

me: "17 34/35. make sure you check the fit too if you're looking for slim fit", i respond.

mom: "oh, thank you so much! do you think son 2 would be a 15 or 16?"

me: "uhh... try 16.."

mom: "oh, thank you so much! here, son 2, do you like this color? you've been a real help. i feel like i was just doing this too!"

me: "uh-huh"

i wasn't really paying attention anymore. 

*this fucking 17 34/35 doesn't exist, i'm getting texted about plans for dinner, and i doubt anythings getting done at the office. and this bitch keeps talking to me like i care.*

now i really have zoned her out now and she's still rambling on. but wait-whats this? 17 34/35! fucking yes! ok- socks time. 

me: "well, goodluck! have a nice day"

and i walk off to find a few pairs of dress socks. guess who's following me over.. mom and son. son 2 is in the fitting room.

*great.. time to smile and nod as she rambles on some more. socks socks socks... these are plain and boring enough for me. comes with 3 pairs! sweet! the trip is 3 days! 3, 3, 3 lucky number 3! this was easy with the lucky number 3! man, i love 3.*

mom: "--- so that's two in just this month!"

me: "huh- yah.. i hope theres three!"

and i look up and mom is frozen with a look of absolute terror on her face. son looks up from his phone with his face twisted like he'd just smelt his finger after scratching his balls. i'm confused, done with the day and just say,

me: "yeah.. bye."

i walk away not really knowing what happened until i bump into son 2 as he walks out of the fitting room.

son 2: "hey, thanks! shirt fit great."

me: "you're welcome."

now, son 2 started to get a little teary eyed and i started feeling really awkward..

son 2: "this sucks."

me: "uh- the shirt?"

then it hit me.. mom was behind me swinging her purse smacking me in the side of the head. i'm not even going to try to type out what she was yelling. 

all i got was that the husbands father and sister both passed away this month and this was the second funeral that they've had to go to. and in my moment of singing about socks i wished them a third death in their family. 

i tried to apologize but ended up just dropping my shirts and socks off on an end-cap and leaving the store. i don't think they ever really understood what i was saying over the sound of the purse attached to the end of a wind turbine smashing into me and all the clothes racks nearby.

**

TIFU by wishing death upon a grieving family.