Subtlety never was your strong point, was it Roadster280?
Anyway, to conclude the tale of my Close Encounter with the moose, I was trying to think of some witty riposte such as "Err, well I guess that's some Women's Lib thing". But fortunately I was rescued by the lovely **** who'd spotted my predicament and came over to enquire sweetly of the old bat how her son was getting on at university (thus dropping a subliminal 'old enough to be BEagle's mother, you old trout' hint), before asking me to give her a hand with sorting out some nibbles in the kitchen.