Manchester is touchy feely

2 drunk guys are walking the street
One come up next to me and puts his arm around me

Me: Why are you touching me? I didn't ask you to touch me. Please stop touching me.
Guy 1: Ok love! (removes his arm)
Guy 2: Those are brilliant glasses love.

ANNNNNNNGRRRRRRYYYYYYYY

Me: (trying to exit a really crowded pub... I reach the door...)

Group of guys: (one by one they walk in with nowhere to go as I'm trying to get out. They realize their mistake and slowly shuffle out so I can get through the door)

Me: Thanks (I walk past)

Leader: She wasn't a pretty one, was she... (Laughing)

The rest: (Laughing)

Me: (Death stare, yes I heard you!!!)