I am thoroughly unsurprised when someone that I've always found unpleasant (in this case, Mr. Goodie Box) decides to open a conversation with bizarre misogyny disguised as small talk.
I've got my iPod on shuffle, and Bonnie Raitt's "Real Man" is playing, and he opens conversation with "At least she's honest. You know before she takes all the guy's money."
Mr Goodie Box: "That's what they do. Women. They love you, they leave you, and they take all your stuff."
Me: "That happen to you a lot, does it?"
MGB: "Not me. But I hear things."
Me: "I bet."