I once had a drunk lady mess with me at a breakfast restaurant. I was probably 18 or 19 and she had to be at least 50. My friends and I used to meet up and go out for breakfast at like 12am or so, since some of us worked till late. A group of oldsters came in on this particular night after, I assume, a round of bar-hopping. The most drunk one of them came and sat down beside me and ... I guess she was trying to see if she still had her feminine charms. I was polite but damn if she wasn't making me very uncomfortable. When it was clear that I wasn't interested, she started with "virgin" slurs before working her way up to the "faggot" accusation. She got rowdy enough that, thankfully, her friends came and pulled her away. It was one of those situations where I didn't know what to do, as telling that I had no interest in banging Mumm-Ra's twin sister would probably have caused even more problems.
Also, I don't like Jelly Beans.
