We arrived into Heathrow last week on the day of my sons birthday. At passport control we were met by a friendly, smiling chap who bid us a good morning and asked us where we had arrived from (Dubai). All nice and friendly until he got to my sons passport. He looked at the screen and then looked up at my son and said happy birthday, my son (who was wearing a city training shirt) said thanks and the following is word for word what Mr passport man said.."looks like you were born 3 years before your club were formed. Did you go to Dubai to watch a home game, that's where most of your fans are from isn't it."
I don't do banter, haven't got the temperament, wit or patience for it, I end up wanting to tell people to f**k off. As it was passport control I thought it would be better to keep my mouth shut and move on. I was absolutely fuming though.