[rainbowzootsuit]

This reminds me of an occurrence when I was around ten to twelve years old and in the shopping mall with my grandmother.

There was a person with a clip board hanging around in the concourse area who asked something to the effect of "I was wondering if you'd like to answer a survey about your genes?"

I excitedly agreed and we were led to a small interview room with a table.

Their questions started out with "What is the brand of pants that you have on?"

I was confused about this bizarre and seemingly orthogonal question as to why we had agreed to be interviewed, and asked my grandmother to look at the tag for me.

It took a few more questions like this before I realized the homophone confusion I had made in understanding the initial solicitation.