Oh girrrrrrrrrl, this happens nearly every day in NYC for me. I once was buying lightbulbs and this older guy who worked at the store thought it would be a good idea to ask me about them ("did it hurt", "what's it mean" yaddayaddayadda) and then went into a story how his daughter got a piercing while doing a study abroad in France (because tattoos and piercings are the same thing) and that he greeted her at the airport with a DOG LEASH to hook on to it. He took her to the pediatrician to get it taken out because he didn't want her to go to "one of those street shops" I quickly grabbed my changed and left with barely saying a word to this guy because my jaw was on the floor that someone would have the audacity to a.treat their daughter that way and then b. triumphantly tell a stranger about it.
I got stories like this for days. People touching me on the train, chasing me across streets.....