Let's say I have a coworker named Frank. Frank has a boss. There's also this little asian girl I'm going to call Karen because there's a rule that all small Asian girls are named Karen. And since all Asian girls are small except for Margaret Cho, they're almost all named Karen including the one in my story, who is really not even that relevant.

So Karen and I were talking about work stuff and Frank's boss walks up. Oh, I guess she's relevant, since otherwise I would've been just talking to myself. Ok enough build up, here's the conversation.

Frank's Boss: Why aren't you making Frank harder?
Me: What?
Frank's Boss: Why, aren't yooooouuu, making Frank harder?
Me: Ummm...
Karen: Yeah why aren't you making him harder?

Karen giggles. I look at Frank's Boss with a furrowed brow. Karen is smiling her goofy smile with teeth in desperate need of some crest whitening strips.

Frank's Boss: Oh, I mean why aren't you making Frank WORK harder.
Me: Ok yeah, that's something entirely different.

And really, shouldn't Frank's boss be the one making Frank harder, not me?