Young man, staggering around: (to random woman) You're beautiful!
Random woman: Uh, thanks.
YMSA: (to me) You're beautiful! (whispering) You know, 90% of the girls I tell they're beautiful really aren't, but you're actually pretty beautiful.
Me: Uh, thanks.
YMSA: I'm trying to find a girlfriend. My girlfriend of six years...my FIANCEE of six years! just broke up with me.
Security guard: Sir, you need to stop bothering the customers.
YMSA: (to security guard) You're mean! You're not beautiful any more.
Security guard: (to me, quietly) He said he took some Vicodin.