My career spanned the period where more women took on jobs that were formerly all male, so I had to be careful what I said around the ladies (and some guys). I would be very gentlemanly with females I just met and let them tell the first dirty joke or curse. I might set them up with a mild joke or a risque comment, but nothing that I could get into trouble for. Most usually responded much more explicitly than what I said. Then I knew I had found a perverted compatriot! Usually, the word got around and I could joke with almost anyone. I guess most women working in a heavily male refinery or chemical plant learn not to be offended easily. One female operator told the dirtiest jokes I'd ever heard. I tried to swing by the control room whenever she was on shift, just to hear her latest jokes.However, one older woman always acted very prim and proper around me, so I did the same around her. When I was being transferred from that location, on my last day there, she came up to me and gave me a big kiss on the lips, gave my butt a squeeze, and said she finally heard that I was a crazy rascal and why didn't I joke with her!?! We swapped jokes for a while before it was time to leave.On the last day before Christmas holiday, one of my co-workers wore a green shirt and green pants with a red tie. In our morning meeting, I told him that we just needed to paint his ba**s silver and he could be our Christmas tree. 4951