So I have this weird rare hereditary disease called Periodic Paralysis, which pretty much is exactly what it sounds like. Well recently my legs went out from under me in the middle of a Wal-Mart, leaving me lying in the middle of the isle. While I was trying to drag myself out of the way(as this was Wal-Mart, and nothing is an irregular occurrence there) this guy walks up to me and goes "Oh you can't get up?" and when I told him yes after checking that there was nothing I could do to reconcile that, he then spent the next ten minutes hitting on me.
This is why I love Wal-Mart, because while I was flustered and annoyed that I couldn't do anything, at least no one gawked at me.