43. Where’s the Son?
I was 18 and working in a bar, this older bloke (50s) had been working hard on letching in at me for a couple of hours. Finally, he and his friend were at the end of the bar and he asked me for my number. Without due consideration for my job, I said ‘Why? Do you have a son?’.
It was 10 years ago and it’s still my favourite comeback.