(Note: I never forget a face, ever. A man walks into my bank, straight to my desk. He has a look on his face as if he knows exactly who I am. However, I have never seen him before in my life.)

Man:*smiles and sits down at my desk* “Your mother is a dirty w****.”

Me: “E-e-excuse me?!”

Man: “You heard me. A dirty, nasty w****.”

Me: “Sir, first of all, I am certain you don’t know my mother, since she’s dead. Second, you need to leave right now for speaking like that.”

Man: “Wait, is this [competitor]?”

Me: “No, no it’s not. Please leave.”

Man: *quickly leaves*