I wanted something noir for my study, you know, something inspiring for my Taggert Series. So I went shopping for a dingus. Couldn't find one on my own so I asked this pert salesclerk if she could help me find my dingus. She slapped me and called the store manager. 

The boys down at the 3rd Precinct never heard of a dingus. So I said it had to do with being a private dick. 

They transferred me over to the Sex Crimes unit.

I'm thinking there's a communications gap between generations. I'm going to work that into my Taggert mystery series soon as I get out of here.