So about half an hour ago I was grocery shopping at my local supermarket, when I got to the counter there was a female employee hovering around doing nothing in particular when she said "That's my private chippendale dancer." to her co-worker behind the counter, who apologised bashfully and scanned my shopping.

I was the only guy in the store, I flashed her a grin, paid for my shit and left. Whilst it didn't particularly offend me (infact I appreciated the compliment) I did have to wonder.... What if the tables were turned? a guy in his mid forties, alluding to a female customer in her teens being a stripper? That'd be way creepy.