Or there was the time in a women's clothes store when my size 6 girlfriend asked me to just grab anything I could find that was a size 6 or 8 label for her to look at.
After fruitlessly searching the racks on my side of the shop I shouted across my frustration at finishing empty-handed,
"Sorry, there's nothing here, it's all just for f*in massive women'
Daggers doesn't even begin to describe the looks I got from the other ladies that I had forgotten were also shopping there that day.
Claymores or even ICBMs might come close.