Ick. I got one.
One of my clients accidentally gave me the wrong address (he says he's got 'fat thumbs'). So I showed up at the wrong house, looking like an idiot, which was bad enough (I hate it when they do that, spell-check people!!!). Of course, the guy who lives in the house was confused at first as to what I was doing on his porch, but he guessed what I do for a living from the way I was dressed or smelled or something. He asked me to come in, dropped his pants, and then asked me for a 'sample of what I could do'.
I calmly and politely explained to him that I don't do freebies, any more than a plumber would fix your toilet for free because he loves plumbing that much. He said he had nothing to give me for compensation, but wanted to make an appointment for tomorrow. I let him take down my number ? I don't know why, I guess I just wasn't in the mood to argue (and he said he would call ? I make all my appointments through text).
He then bear-hugged me, and started forcing me to kiss him. I knew he didn't want there to be a commotion (he'd mentioned he was married), so I just kept struggling. Finally, I push him off me and storm to the door. The whole way there, he's touching me, grabbing me. At the door, he blocks me and says something like, 'just a little and then you may go'.
So I just kinda lightly stroked the mace canister I keep on my key chain, and I got a lot more firm and mean. I guess I scared him, because he got pissed and shoved me out of his house. It was a lot more irritating than frightening, mostly because I knew I wasn't in any real danger. Last thing that guy would want is the cops showing up, asking his wife what happened. :/