Over 20 years ago, I liked to wear baggy peasant blouses, because they were cool (I had undiagnosed hyperthyroidism.) This jerk at work asked me more than once if I were pregnant. The 3rd time I told him the next time he harassed me we would have a visit with Human Resources. He shut his face after that.

The other one that sticks in my mind was when Smokey the Elder was diagnosed with cancer. When I shared this someone said, "So you're going to have her put to sleep?" I said, "Um...no. My pets are not disposable items." She apologized for her faux pas.