She was probably eighty or thereabouts, but that night she'd had a skinful. Staggering out of the bar, she bumped into a tall man in a dark uniform, almost knocking him over.
"Aren't you gonna apologise?" she demanded.
"Sorry, although I think it's you who should apologise, madam."
"I think you're drunk."
"I think you're overreacting," the lady said. Then she added, "What do you know anyway?"
"I think you're an elderly lady who's forgotten her manners."
"I think you're a typical male having a mid-life crisis. 33% of all men admit it. Why don't you make it 34%?" she slurred.
"I think you should be quiet now," he said.
"You're not the male authority figure here. Learn your place."
That did it. He arrested her for breach of the peace and she spent the night in custody. She was fined fifty pounds and warned to behave in future.