I really upset a coworker at my last job. Imagine you're working the graveyard shift in a concrete cube housing plenty of classified military data and 80% of your coworkers are female and your mom's age. And talk like your mom. But with TS clearances.
"You're just about the only kid I've ever seen without a piercing or tattoo."
"Have a phobia about metal going into or through my body, ma'am."
"Why, even my daughter got one. Though, it's not that bad. It's a butterfly on the small of her back."
"Right about here? Oh, you mean a tramp stamp."
"... WHAT? Is THAT what you call those tattoos?" (giving me the evil Mom Stare o' Death)
"So is now a bad time to ask for your daughter's number?"
"@&#*$(!"