Back in the early 1980’s one of the other computer programmers where I worked was a little flirty—nothing offensive but skirting close to the line. One day he came up behind me and tickled me at my waist. I just laughed and walked away. Then I got a little spray bottle out of my purse, went over to his desk and sprayed him with my Enjoli. “Explain that to your wife!” I said. After that no one ever bothered me again, and we all got along just fine (of course, it helped that we were all computer nerds and weren’t inclined to indulge in sexual power plays)
Back in the early 1980’s one of the other computer programmers where I worked was a little flirty—nothing offensive but skirting close to the line. One day he came up behind me and tickled me at my waist. I just laughed and walked away. Then I got a little spray bottle out of my purse, went over to his desk and sprayed him with my Enjoli. “Explain that to your wife!” I said. After that no one ever bothered me again, and we all got along just fine (of course, it helped that we were all computer nerds and weren’t inclined to indulge in sexual power plays)