I've never been a fast wit and that hasn't improved with age.
At the gym, a man came up to me and asked, "Do you always sweat that much when you work out?"
Since I wasn't sweating that much, I said as much and gave him a very confused look. He gestured to the area where I'd just been working out by the locker rooms and said, "No. Over there."
Since I didn't sweat overly much over there either, I gave him another confused look and said something like, "Oh."
He beat a hasty retreat while I wondered what that was all about. At first, I thought maybe he was making fun of my work out. Then, since this is the second time this man has tried to talk to me at this gym, I speculated that he was making a poor attempt to hit on me. Again.
It took me a full 2-3 minutes of puzzled analysis to figure out that he was making a joke about my water bottle falling out of my hand as I came out of the locker room earlier, smashing on the floor and splattering its contents everywhere.
Water=sweat. Ahhh!
Poor man. He has obviously never dealt with quite such a literal person before.
