The most embarrassing experience I've ever had, happened two years ago. My wife and I had driven into town to do some shopping. The streets were very busy and we were holding hands. Suddenly my wife saw a dress that she liked in a shop window, and stopped. I started looking at some radios in the next window. After a minute or two I reached for my wife's hand. There was a loud scream, and a woman slapped my face. I hadn't taken my wife's hand, I'd take the hand of a complete stranger!
1. When did the writer's experience happen?
2. Why did the writer's wife stop?
3 Why did the stranger slap his face?