Two linemen came in after their long day. The boss called them into his office. “Hey guys. I got a complaint from a lady out on Oak Street that you were using some foul and profane language when you were working on that transformer out close to her house. What do you have to say for yourselves?”
“Oh, no! That’s not right!. Joe here was just sweating in a line above my head and dripped some solder on my helmet and it ran down my collar. I just hollered up and asked him to try not to do it anymore.”
Nutsrok 
I was a lineman and suggest the conversation could have gone as follows: “Say, old chap, would you cease and desist spillage immediately, or, I fear this could seriously jeopardize our friendship.”
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You know, I’ll bet it was you she called in about!
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Naw, it was mistaken identity. $#@^*#$, where’s my pliers?
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Sure!
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