No really, I must be some sort of weirdo-magnet. Don't misunderstand, most of the time it is kind of fun to have people tell you completely inappropriate things, or tell you how to protect yourself from the government trying to read your thoughts.
At The Liquor Store:
Me: Can you tell me where I can find a single bottle of stout?
Young Male Clerk: We have a whole section over here (points to a row of stout bottles).
Me: Wow, I had no idea there were so many kinds, I just need a bottle to bake with. I'm not up on these things.
Young Male Clerk: Oh, that's funny because you like someone who drinks.
At The Grocery Checkout:
(I've actually had similar takes on this one happen before unfortunately)
Fat, middle aged man in grimy clothes in line behind me is watching as I put my purchases on the conveyor belt:
Grimy Man: Wow! You still get your period?
So, how's your day going?