(I am a very small, tattooed punk girl, with blue hair and lots of piercings. My boyfriend is 6’4″, 280lbs of pure beefcake, with no tattoos. He also wears very expensive custom tailored clothes, as he is very well off. The two of us go with my friend so I can buy new running shoes. My boyfriend comes into the shoe store a little after us.)

Employee: “Can I help you?”

Me: “I am looking for some running shoes. My boyfriend suggested Asics, and I know if I get something different I will never hear the end of it. He’s like a wife!”

Employee: “Well then, why don’t you just drop your b**** and get with a real man?”

Me: *annoyed* “…Are you referring to yourself?”

Employee: “Yeah, I can show you what a real man is like.”

Me: “No, thank you.”

Employee: “What? You’re too good for me?”

Me: “Sorry, I only date men with real jobs.”

(Around this time, my boyfriend comes up behind the employee and listens to the exchange.)

Employee: “F*** you! You have blue hair. The only guys who would date you are loser drug addicts!”

Me: “Well, you just asked me out, so are you saying you’re a loser drug addict?”

Employee: “Whatever, b****! Your man ain’t got s*** on me.”

(At this point, my boyfriend decides it’s time to speak up.)

My Boyfriend: “Well, from where I’m standing, I have about 6 inches and 100lbs on you. And if you say one more unkind word to my girlfriend, I will show you exactly how it feels to be somebody’s b****.”

(Seeing my boyfriend, the employee goes stark white, stares for a second, and, incredibly, turns to my friend.)

Employee: *to my friend* “So, do you wanna go out with me then?”

(My friend ended up lodging a sexual harassment complaint with the manager.)