I know I should let it roll and just keep walking, but I usually can't resist the nonchallenge of outwitting morons who comment.

My most recent one of note was at a bar in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I was up there to visit my friend for her birthday, and that night we went to the bar to watch the wrestling Pay-Per-View.

I went outside for a cigarette and as I was leaning against the wall, four bikers pulled up, all on big loud Harleys. Two of the men were in their fifties, grizzled old biker types, one was a bit younger, late thirties, and one looked to be in his mid twenties. They parked their bikes and walked past me in a straight line. I recieved a nod and gruff mutter from the first three, but the fourth, the youngest, stopped, turned around, looked me up and down, and said "Nice skirt."

I took a deep drag off my cigarette, looked at him, looked at his Harley, looked back at him, exhaled, and said "Nice scooter."

And that was that. I'd assume he got some ribbing about it from the other guys later, but as soon as it came out of my mouth I was certain I was about to be beaten within an inch of my life. *laugh*