When I was about 5 years old, we were camping and my parents sent me to the little general store to get a few items including Bayer aspirin. I told the older lady clerk, "I need eggs, half and half, onion and Bayer because my little brother is giving my Mom a headache."
She put the first items in a bag and told me quite politely: "Tell your parents to come in here to buy the Beer. We don't sell that to children. Especially at 8 AM."
LMAO. That's cute. In the mid sixtys there was a hair spray called pssssst, I think it was hairspray. My girlfriend said she needed some. Remember G.C. Murphy's department stores with the wooden floors that creaked? I went to the lady's counter and there was a really cute sales girl who asked if she could help. I told her what I looking for and it kept coming out as pissed. She said excuse me? I said it again at least 4 times with my face getting redder each time. Pissed, Pissed PISSED. She finally figured it out.
"I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realized that what you think you heard is not what I thought I meant." - Richard Nixon