Humor Me

Walking south on Broadway, below Union Square. A youngish, rather attractive guy extends his hand and tries to give me a glossy postcard. I don’t take it.
HIM (with incredibly bad fake English accent): Excuse me, Miss. Do you by any chance like stand-up comedy?
ME (a la Daria): I hate to laugh.
Him: ?
I had to laugh, but only when I was far enough away so he couldn’t hear me.