One that I remember fondly....
At the time, the female stylist who regularly cut my natural hair, though she was aware I was a CDer, had yet to be introduced to Starla. One day, I dropped by with a photo I was rather proud of, in which I wore a sleeveless ribbed top with a denim miniskirt, a nice wig, and it was a Good Makeup Day.
She studied the pic, shook her head, and said, "I would never wear an outfit like that." I asked her why. She smiled as she handed the photo back to me, and replied, "Because I wouldn't look half as good as you do!"
(As it happened, her teenage son was in the shop that day, and unbeknown to us, he had glanced at the photo over our shoulders. She later told me that after I had left, he asked her, "Who was that in the photo, Mom -- his girlfriend?" When she told him it was me, his initial reaction was one of annoyed surprise and basically being weirded out. She told me she used the exchange as a good object lesson on human variety, tolerance and acceptance -- sort of an IDIC moment, for you Trek fans).