However, I wouldn't think any more of it than a lack of social graces, and it would likely be forgotten by the time I got to the checkout. Or, more likely, the next aisle.
It must be hard to walk around in a state of being perpetually offended.
But that is the motto of the NOW nags: We Are Offended!
p.s. There used to be fem-nazi who wrote (scribbled) for the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel named Harva Hatchen (hatchet would have more appropriate). Each and every one of the columns she wrote concerning feminism (which was her uh specialty) involved her taking offense at something some evil, nasty, male chauvinist pig had done to her or her sister hags. One column she wrote she took offense because her doctor called her by her first name. I can still remember her outrage "how dare he call me by my first name." I don't know if she's still writing for the J-S. Maybe she was too wacky even for them.