Five wannabe yuppies sitting in an extremely posh cocktail bar that I was dragged into.

Poncey dude: Is he going to blow us up?
Me: Are you referring to me?
Poncey dude: Are you going to blow us up?

Me: Why would you assume that?
Poncey dude: Your hat!
Me: Do you think that all people wearing hats are terrorists?

Maitre D rushes over to calm the situation and profusely apologises for the men’s behavior

Me to the poncey dude: I supposed that you actually deem yourself to be intelligent!

The rest of the wannabe yuppie poncey dudes snigger at me.

Out of respect to my lovely lady friend I reluctantly stand down.