Bad dates are good material.

On our way from dinner to a movie, a car whipped out of a parking lot, cutting me off. She screamed at the car, “F-ing Jew!” I was obviously taken aback and asked her what their religion had to do with their driving skills. This started her into a 10 minute monologue about how the gays and the blacks and the Jews (although she used slurs in place of the words “gay” and “black”) were destroying America. Instead of going to the movie, I dropped her off.  Two weeks later, she left me a message saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult your people.”