My neighbour once admired my denim jacket and jeans by saying she liked my 'trouser suit'. I never wore them together again.

My sister and myself as teenagers, found Sé Sí and were proudly going down the road in long tassled skirts & Indian style patchwork mirrored tops & a young lad ran up to us "quick quick go home, yer Ma is looking for her curtains"

went to a bar in a small town we loved dressed goth to the nines as always as soon as we walked in a great big man shouted "holy shit lads the cure's getting back together"

I can never forget this classic:

Went to the dentist wearing a red and white striped jumper. When I got up to leave, a little girl loudly whispered to her mother "Found him!"

Villain-level betrayal.