Me: No I didn't. You asked me which I'd prefer. If I was offered a rectal exam or a slap in the face I don't want either but I'd prefer the second to the first. See how it works? (This is a phrase I use with my wife when she gives me bad alternatives.)
She stood in silence for a few seconds with her mouth open and the deepest frown. She then built up to a shout with:-
The manager arrived just as Douchebagette shouted into my face
DB: YOU'RE A F*CKING MORON!!!
Manager to DB: Madam, please lower your voice and stop swearing. There are children in the store.
Manager to me: What's happening Sir?
Me: I'm not really sure. This woman was being rude to another customer then she approached me and started to interrogate me about my personal grooming habits. She wasn't happy with my answers and started to spit shout at me.
DB: NO, THAT'S NOT F*CKING TRUE. I WAS SHOUTING BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WORKED HERE!