So there I was, relaxing in the recline position of my very comfortable desk chair, reminiscing on how if that tow truck driver treated my K5 like he had the Infiniti SUV we had towed, there'd be a whupping going downl when my radio came to life, bringing me quickly back to the reality of my boring and mundane job. "Female causing disturbance on the 8th floor, is there anyone to respond?" With that, I'm out of my county employee super duper recline position and out the door with the speed of lighting and the power of thunder ready to take care of business. "Bubba Ray, did you copy?" watch commander askes over the radio. "WTF are you thinking you jarhead?" I replied in my head. Let me digress just a couple, this jarhead is the coolest and best supervisor I've had in a long time. "Bubba Ray copies, enroute." So I'm at Warp 8.7345 towards the Plaza, wondering what the heck I'm getting into, no subject description. I hit the lobby, and start making those mental notes that every good wannabe makes. Hispanic Female at 2 o'clock, in chair, approximately 35 years old, kinda cute, but looks too happy. Hispanic Female #2 at 1 o'clock, in chair, approximately 20 years old, white sweatshirt, cute as all get out, but has the look of "ready to kick somebody's a**" about her. I make the left towards the elevator, Hispanic Female #3, 5'4", about 200 pounds, big boobs, no bra, brown shirt, two kids, looks happy. I hit the elevator and go up to the 8th Floor. I meet with the complainant, tells me that a female was there, got mad cause she was looking for a city office, and was perturbed cause she was in the county offices and was taking out her frustration out on the staff. Then I hear my radio, the watch commander calling to make sure everything is okay. Now one problem I've ran into is radio codes. My previous area of operations, had different 10 codes, plus different disposition codes. Not a big thing since I have a great adversion to talking on the radio; but of course that problem hits and give out the wrong dispo code. Oh well, not a biggy. So I'm ready to go find this upset individual and 'splain to them the ways of acting proper in public. The staff starts with description..... Heavy set hispanic female, (of course I'm thinking #2 so there's something wrong already) brown turtleneck. I'm thinking to myself, Bubba Ray, there's something wrong here, I should be hearing that #2 is the guilty offender here, but that's not what I'm thinking. Then it hits me, they are talking about #3, so okay, let me ask the question. But then the brain goes into neutral and all the brain has going is "big boobs, no bra." Well of course, I can usually think before I speak and luckily for me, I was able to save myself before I needed saving. Now I must ask, would it been totally inappropriate to ask these people "big boobs, no bra?"