Bloke in a pub about 3 years ago, quite well dressed, well spoken, out with his mates, not really drunk, who got into a row with a very pleasant barmaid who wasn't interested and called her a "meat hole" which I found amazingly rude and insulting, so I got involved.To be fair his mates thought he was out of order as well.
The other person was the village gossip and her husband not long after we moved here,(think neighbourhood watch, ever decreasing circles, little England) at the village fete, who was very busy telling me all sorts of fascinating and largely untrue things about myself and my family. It was delightful to ask them questions with a shocked sort of incredulity knowing full well the eventual question from them would be "and where do you live dear?". When I said the name of my house and my name, the look of blank horror on their faces was priceless as they realised they had just spent 20 minutes slagging me off without realising who they were talking to.