I was at a door once and the guy didn't say a word, but as I was talking, he gave the door a light shove and it swung slowly at first and then built up speed gradually to the slam. I never knew a door could be closed sarcastically before that moment. It was like the door slam version of the slow clap.
When I was 17, I went to a friend's Bible study with her and the student had a three-year-old son who was a little on the mentally deprived side. He kept staring at me and finally asked his mom, "Is her kind dumb?" He thought I was a kindred spirit apparently. On a positive note, I've kept that phrase with me all these years and enjoy pulling it out on appropriate occasions. "Is your kind dumb?"
My mom was the queen of falling down in field service. My favorite was when she slipped on an icy porch and did a back flip into a snow drift. The guy at the door enjoyed it as well. ;-)