A few years ago, I was routinely flying my Bonanza from Houston Hobby to Austin. The trip was normally very predictable, including the knowledge that radio traffic, when handed over to Austin Approach, was extremely busy and communications needed to be very efficient. On one trip, the Approach controller changed those rules and added some levity.
"Bonanza 56, turn right, heading 350. I hate to tell you this, but you're number 9 for landing, and I have to send you up to Georgetown."
Bonanza 56W (me) :
"No problem; those Boeings have a lot more passengers than I do."
"56W, what speed can you give me to the outer marker?"
"I can give you 150 knots."
"Great. If you can do that, I'll give you a kiss. Turn left, heading 280, and join the localizer 17L."
"Left to 280, join the localizer 17L, and I'll pass on the kiss."
"SW 123 checking in on the localizer 17R. And we'll pass on the kiss, too."
[Other aircraft check in and add to the laughter.]
"Hey, I'm getting my feelings hurt here! SW 123, ask one of your flight attendants if they would like the kiss."
[After a few moments ... .]
"Approach, SW 123. One of our flight attendants will meet you on the ground for the kiss. His name is Kevin."