Well, then I'll just think that you took off your clothes for money

I tried to take my broker to a coffee shop once. It was a nice place with good food and I had enjoyed going there. We walked in and I was leading the way into the dining room that was full of people, when the cashier said, "Where are you going? What are you doing? Where are you going?" She got my attention. I retreated back to the counter. She said, "We close at 2:00 on Saturdays." The middle aged cashier had humiliated me in front of my real estate broker. We walked out the door and into the street. The broker, not a particularly nice woman, herself, said, "Did you see the look that the cashier had given you?" I hadn't. I wouldn't have known that there had been one - a look - if the realtor hadn't mentioned it. Another time when I had gone to this coffee shop, I had eaten there, by myself.  I paid with a credit card. Then I went to the bathroom. I decided to buy some baked goods. The cashier said that I should've bought them when I had paid for breakfast because now she would have to use my credit card again and there was some kind of charge involved that the coffee shop would have to be responsible for.  This place had people coming and going all day - it was a place set up for the use of credit cards.  Had she wanted me to take the cupcakes with me into the bathroom?? It turned out that it was Valentines Day. The cashier said twice how people were buying these cupcakes for their loved ones. Only later did I realize that she thought that I didn't have any loved ones or she wanted  me to admit something regarding this, either way. 

The aforementioned real estate broker called me "dork" as in "You're such a dork."  That progressed to, "Dork Face."  And only subsided when I started calling her "dork". Then she tried a new tact. She was going to pick on me for being "old".  Although, I wasn't old, at the time. "When did you graduate from high school?" she would ask. She was a year or two older then me.  The idea was that I look older then my actual age. I didn't see it myself, though. Or that I'm lying about my age because I look so much older. But she must've known my age. Must've had a copy of my driver's license. Once we looked at a house with chickens in the back yard.  When we were driving away, I asked if she thought that they'd leave the chickens, and she said, "You'll be the old lady chasing after the chickens."  Then she laughed.  Another time, we looked at a house that was built the year that I was born and when I mentioned this, she said, "Then it must be a very old house."  She'd always say that I was in the car with her prior to speaking with her daughter by blue tooth. Once in the midst of one of those conversations(it wasn't at the beginning of the call) - her daughter, a grown woman - said that her mother has a terrible name that she calls me. I ignored this information. One day, when her daughter was driving me from having looked at a house, she asked me about my prior jobs and since they were mostly crappy and I didn't feel like divulging what they were to her, she said to me, "Well then I'll just think that you took off your clothes for money."

I stayed with this broker because I knew that she would stick with me until I found something to buy. Unlike some brokers who show you a few houses and then ditch you. She had a bad personality - so that it was a trade off. I wasn't an angel, either - I broke several contracts.