Lemmy was a jocular sort of fellow who was the life of any party with just the guys. Be it deer hunting camp, a fishing trip, or a poker game, Lemmy kept the laughs rolling. Lemmy’s man cave was plastered with Farah posters and Playboy centerfolds. He had the best porn hubs bookmarked on his computer and was on speed dial to the 900 numbers.
Lemmy worked street maintenance for the city and all-too-often brought his jocular nature to work with him. In Lemmy’s mind, his buddies loved him and always laughed along at his jokes, which meant everyone should be able to appreciate his humor.
Until the day Rita, his new co-worker, bent over to pick up a wrench that fell and Lemmy whistled. Rita stood up, turned around, and saw Lemmy’s big smile and his eyes pinned on her behind.
With a straight face, Rita said, “Lemmy, I know you’re used to working only with guys, but let’s be clear about it, don’t ever whistle at me like that again or your cushy job with the city is over.”
Lemmy laughed and said, “C’mon Rita, can’t you accept you have a nice ass and men are going to appreciate looking at it?”
Rita said, “Lemmy, that was strike two. I’m not fucking around.”
Lemmy walked up close to Rita and reached out to touch her shoulder and said, “OK OK, there’s no need for you to be so touchy….”
Rita trapped Lemmy’s arm under her arm and raked her long fingernails across Lemmy’s shocked look, then stepped back and started dialing 9-1-1.
“No, Lemmy, there is no need for you to be so touchy. Tell it to the cops when they get here.”