The boss was surprised to hear that his secretary Maureen had joined a nudist camp. "You? A nudist?" he asked.
"Please!" she snapped. "We don't use that word. We call ourselves 'sunbathers.'"
One day Maureen came to work in great pain. She could hardly walk to her desk, and when she finally got to her chair, she sat down slowly and very carefully.
"What's wrong?" asked the boss.
"I'm going to a dance at the sunbathers' club tonight," she explained, "and I've got my hair up in curlers."