This guy is, unfortunately, all too common, but . . .
the dude in line at the airport yesterday. We were all standing around at the gate, waiting for our delayed plane. The woman next to me was reading something on her phone and had headphones in - the universal symbol for "come hit on me," right? Yeah.
Dude: "Hey, so are you from [destination city]?"
Woman: [doesn't acknowledge him]
Dude: [reaches to tug on her headphone cord] "Hey, are you from [destination city]?"
Woman: [taking earbud out and giving him the side-eye] "Hmmm? Yes."
Woman: "Um, [suburb.]"
Woman: [goes to put earbud back in]
Dude: "So where are you from, like, originally?"
Woman: [taking it back out] "Pardon?"
Dude: "I mean, like, what kind of hispanic are you?"
Woman: [very curtly] "Cuban. Excuse me." [Puts earbud back in, walks away to stand in a different part of the line]
I felt like trying to get his attention and pointing out all the ways he was being a complete [eHell-non-acceptable-word]. Seriously: she's not there to entertain you. She's clearly not interested in you. She's busy doing something else. Her heritage is none of your @#$@#$ business. And you have no right to touch her - or her headphones - without her permission.
ETA: I should mention I considered talking to her, too, because she had these absolutely amazing iridescent sandals and a really flattering dress on and I wanted to tell her she looked great. But I didn't, because a) that's a bit weird even from another woman, and b) see above about the headphones and the phone and the obviously not wanting to be bothered . . .