I’m sure you could have said something witty, but I probably just would have taken my plate of food and dumped it on them, along with my partners, and any one else willing @ the table.
“I’m sorry, you didn’t want the pasta primavera in your hair? We thought we were performing a service by allowing you to sample all of the dishes @ once, without your permission.”
Unspeakable rude, yes, but I place Spammers rate just above Nazis and Pederasts in my book. This mostly due to the fact that my mail program chugs along as it filters through 194 spam supsects this week, and 800+ certain spam messages.