I walk in to work to grab a parking pass, I haven't even parked my car in the lot, and my coworker stops me.
Him: "So what do you call this, what you're wearing..." (gesturing at me) "...pants and a skirt?"
Me: "Umm, pants, a dress, and a shirt?"
Him: "Well...It looks...comfortable."
(Note the implied insult. I turn to see we have an audience of coworkers.)
Me: "Ok...well thanks for that."
(And to think, that same outfit got me hit on at Salvation Army the week before, dude told me the pants and skirt combo was hot, granted, he did seem quite crazy.)
then my boss chimes in: "And what's wrong with your lip?"
Me: "Oh, I didn't realize it was Critique Sasha's Appearance Day, good to know."