I was a cashier at an upscale grocery store. I'm also a very friendly, talkative guy. This worked to my advantage for the most part when I cashiered because most folks were pleasant and genuine small talk (as opposed to the manufactured stuff some chains try and force on their employees) is something that many of my customers enjoyed.
One day, it backfired.
A woman somewhere in her late 50s, early 60s came to my line. Not uncommon. I started scanning her cartload of groceries, and noticed some very nice center-cut pork chops.
Me: "I use this same cut to make a great pork dish. It's wonderful stuff."
She looked at me appraisingly (I'm decent looking enough, but I'm no Chris Hemsworth), and then said:
Customer: "You cook, hmm?"
Me: "Yeah, I like to cook. It's fun and I do better than take out."
Her (at this point blatantly eyeing me up, in dead serious tone of voice that tried to be sultry): "How do you feel about older women?"
Me (I laugh, and show my wedding band): "I don't think my wife would approve."
Her (dismissive): "Oh, those things come off for a reason."
Me: "Nah, mine stays on."
Her: "Pfft. I've forgotten more than that little thing will ever learn. Let me show you what a real woman knows."
Me: "Uh-huh. Sure."
I ignored anything else she said and only spoke to her when I told her her total and gave a generic "have a nice day."
In reality, I was right on the line between furious ("just ditch your wife") and so creeped out that I felt I needed a shower. I know it's hard to tell from the text I provided, but this lady wasn't joking in the slightest.