As anyone who has ever worked construction knows, it can get pretty rough and tumble at times. Most workers like to work hard and play hard. Sometimes in the same breath. Like I said my boss could throw down with the toughest of men. Our office assistant liked to get a little raunchy herself, and too many's the time I had to sit and listen to her describe the previous night's sexual exploits. It was always kinky, always graphic, and always way more than I wanted to hear. But I let it slide, because I had other battles to wage.

One rainy day I brought some Prince albums to work and played them at a pretty high volume. This song came on, and with my boss saying she liked it I turned it up another notch. If you’ve never heard this song, all I can say is that it’s got a real hard beat, and it often repeats it’s title without the initials (and I’ll only give you two guesses as to what those letters stand for.)

Little Miss Office filed a complaint against me. Nothing formal, thank Matthew Broderick, but a pretty vehement verbal railing to my boss's boss. I couldn’t believe it; everyday she heard worse language coming from nearly everybody, and she herself laid on such a raunchy load every morning that I thought it inconceivable she would complain about such a great song.

Luckily my boss vouched for me and nothing was made of it.

Later the whole joint was raided by the FBI, and I moved to Tennessee. So it all worked out.