Oh, I can top that . .
How about one based on the spam I've been deleting from my email box all week.
Scene: some sort of town meeting, people sitting in rows of folding chairs.
A guy to the right in the next row forward (reminiscent of but not identical to one of my more obnoxious clients) was yaking endlessly at some lady to his left about his daughter and how cute and sweet and wonderful and well behaved she was.
I tired of this, leaned forward forward and said, "Mr. Hilton had a cute daughter too".
He did not take this well, fell silent and glared at me.
