My dad used to work at an interactive history park in Indiana as an 1800’s reenactor and craftsman. Part of his job included apprenticing the blacksmith and creating iron nails. Park tourists would walk between different demonstrations of historical lifestyles and crafts, and he would speak to them as though he were a young blacksmith in 1820 and they were time-travelers.
Tourists often like to play smart, trying to catch reenactors up and get them to break character. It can get pretty obnoxious, but they’re trained to stay calm and indulgent. One day, my father was busy making iron nails and one woman scoffed and said, mockingly, “I’m pretty sure they didn’t have nails back then!”
My dad looked up at her. “Ma'am,” he said, “They didn’t screw Jesus to the cross.”
Apparently she reported him to the museum for being crass.