I’d tell a nasty broad in an elevator, covfefe. Let her sue.
Thought crime.
Here’s a thought, kill all lawyers, don’t hire women.
Don’t hire any people of color.
Don’t hire any freaks, weirdos, etc.
Be happy.
Slightly related: Whenever I meet a recent graduate I always give them the same piece of advice. Never talk about the boss in the restroom. You never know who’s in the next stall.
Play them some Bugs Bunny
How about asking your colleague in a crowded elevator how his court hearing on those rape charges worked out?
He should have said he had an uncontrollable urge to be a
Crossdresser or Trannie
that day and all would have been forgiven.
Change your cell phone ring tun to one of the many Rap “Artists”.
When criticized, complain about the institutional racism. Demand that the NAACP investigate.
It’s not the lame joke that did it. I have said exactly that same thing in elevators. I last did it in the 1970s when we still had a country, and most people had a sense of humor and didn’t consider silly-a$$ humor to be SEXUAL ASSAULT worthy of calling the police and shoving a hot iron poker into your digestive tract the back way and when raging feminazis didn’t yet have the total power over you that they now have.
You did nothing wrong. No apology. Jail for the fangtooth manhaters.
It used to be people would just roll their eyes at a lame joke.
Now it is ammunition to harm a career.
The perpetually offended (or those who pretend to be to do damage) have made the modern workplace even more of a miserable place.
When I’m in a crowded elevator, and want to release the tension, I start singing the love theme from Silence Of The Lambs.
It's a good thing he didn't mention Mrs Slocombe and her "pussy."
I wonder if this guy or anyone else in Academia did anything to stop this nonsense when it was in it’s infancy? Too late to complain about it now, the monster has been released and has reproduced.
[Sharoni] holds a Ph.D. in Conflict Analysis and Resolution
Hilarious.
When are these people going to learn that you never apologize?
“I stayed in the San Francisco Hilton, the venue of the meeting. On the third afternoon, I was going up to my room in a very crowded lift when a male voice asked people to shout out their floors so he could press the relevant buttons. “
I see your first problem, in the United States it isn’t a “lift,” it’s an elevator. And FWIW, I can remember being in an elevator in a San Francisco department store as a child when elevators had operators, and they would call out “X floor, ladies lingere!” Sure glad we were sane back then!
Two of my favorites are,
112. Never sleep with the boss's wife, unless he pays you.
113. Always sleep with the boss.
When an organization like ISA puts too much effort into taking themselves seriously, the result can be that being taken seriously by others becomes a rapidly diminishing prospect.
You can talk about work, and you can talk about the weather. Other than that, it won’t help you to talk about anything else. Although, in this guys line of work, talking about work can easily get you in trouble, too.
“Ladies Lingerie” is from a bygone era when there were elevator operators in department stores in the big cities like New York and Boston (and, I presume, London).
As the doors opened on each floor, the Elevator Operator would announce the departments...Furniture, Men’s Wear, Children’s Clothing, etc.
As kids, we loved to go into town to Jordan Marsh and Filene’s, ride the elevators up and down, and snicker when the operators said “Ladies Lingerie”.
It was good clean fun, and nobody was hurt by it.
I am a woman, and I still have fond memories of this little bit of per-pubescent silliness that made our childhoods so different from the kids these days.
Most of these SJW’s have no idea what the joke is about, and since they don’t understand it, they have to attack the poor beleaguered man who had a fond silly memory that has destroyed his career.
A store has just opened in New York City that offered free husbands. When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance:
“You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors to choose from. You may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the store to find a husband. On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs
The 2nd floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.
The 3rd floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely Good Looking.
“Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the 4th floor and sign reads:
Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.
“Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims. “I can hardly stand it!” Still, she goes to the 5th floor and sign reads:
Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, help with Housework and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the Sign reads:
Floor 6 - You are visitor 71,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that you are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.