four letter woman, four letter woman to me....

The story:

I worked second shift in a medical records office. It was late; I thought I was alone. I was belting out what I was certain were the correct lyrics. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, my snarky coworker came skidding out from between the aisles of records and busted me, finger pointing, fists pumping, doing an endzone dance. He never let me live that one down.... right hach?