We had lunch with Shawn today. He was telling us about one of the employees at the salon where he works; she had quit recently.
"She'd really gotten in to her church," Shawn said, "and she felt like, well..."
"You all were going to hell because of all the butt sex?" I guessed.
"The butt sex," Shawn laughed, "that's right. All the butt sex."
"Butt sex," I agreed.
"Butt sex," Sonya added.
Later, I was using the phone at the salon. I happened across a copy of the handbook for new employees.
"TRY TO REFRAIN FROM HAVING CONVERSATIONS THAT COULD BE OFFENSIVE TO CUSTOMERS," one of the rules declared.
I've been to that place often enough to know that that rule is never followed. I brought it to Shawn's attention.
"It says 'try to refrain'," he pointed out, "but if you can't, well, then by all means go ahead and offend the customers."
"I was hired before that policy took effect," Nikki the Salon Coordinator said, "I don't have to follow those rules."