Still Not Funny
When I was fifteen, I went to play pool with my uncle. There was a lady drinking at the bar, easily in her 70s, who called me over. She made some bold, thinly veiled advances. She asked if she could “read my palm” and said that she could tell I was active in bed. She also told me she had a ranch with horses that needed exercise.
That was bad enough, but then I told my uncle and my mom about it. They thought that it was hilarious. My mom still brings it up as a nice “funny” story to tell. It was kind of funny, but only because there was no way that it would have ever happened with that lady. It made me feel so gross. Story credit: Reddit / timmyisserpico