My boss has somewhat of problem with curbing her cussing, and the fact that I generally don’t cuss creates an issue for me.  Yes, it is a bar, but she’s also my boss.  I tell her that she reminds me of a sailor each time something colorful comes out of her mouth, which is quite often.

After something particularly vulgar, I said, “[Her name], I think I’m going to look into finishing classes for you, so maybe one day you might actually turn into a lady.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“Well, sailor, guess today’s not the day for becoming a lady.”