A fellow contestant on a quiz show telling me he could have done my chosen specialist subject with ease, but would have modified it to make it harder 🙄 'so it's more fair'. Prick. I was about 20 years younger than him and it was my first time on telly.
The Twitterverse, after any tv quiz I've ever been on. Hair/face/tits/dress/voice/posture. It's fucking mental.
Mind you, they may have a point as one of my best friends, on the phone to a bloke she fancied as we drove to the pub, was obviously asked (of me): "Is she pretty?" She replied that she was "pretty enough for both of us, so it doesn't matter." Charming.
A group of squaddies, whom I served the previous night (when they demanded free dessert for "being heroes" - sadly not even the top ten twattiest thing I've had the Armed Forces say) came into the same pub I was in with friends, the following night. Three or four of them had a loud conversation about ten feet from me, about how one of their friends had fancied me. This was odd, apparently, because he was "really fit" and "normally only goes for fit birds" and I was by far - by far - "the plainest waitress at the restaurant". (This was also true, sadly, as I worked with some stunners, but the incredulity in their voices was a bit much). Their friend wasn't fit, btw. He somehow managed to look like all three members of boyband '911', simultaneously.