Our manager decided that the hip-hop music that was blaring through the showroom instructing us to "shake our asses" could be termed as offensive.
Having tried to get the uneducated masses to listen to classical and finding it harshly rebuked, I had a better idea: pull out all my chick flick soundtracks. Voila! My manager is happy, and who are these mere mortals to say that they cannot listen to it?!
More music is welcome, it just so happens that all the music THEY keep in their cars is, well, ass shaking music.
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