Beware of Bobs

Bob is a great name.  Its simplicity engenders a certain kind of reaction in us all.  We trust Bobs. We like to hang out with Bobs, maaaaybe even play a friendly game of parcheezy avec Bob. Bobs probably inspired the lyrics “just the good ol’ boys, never meanin’ no harm …”  A Bob is someone you wouldn’t mind having over at a family gathering; someone you could always count on to serve you eggs and pancakes the American way (see also Big Boy/Bob’s).  Simply put, in Bob we trust … or trust-ed …

Lately, there have been some serious problems in Bobland.  Bob Filner, mayor of “America’s greatest city,” has some explaining to do.  Filner’s former communication director filed a lawsuit this month alleging the mayor “has disgraced himself and the office he holds by engaging in numerous instances of sexual harassment.”  In court documents, she described finding herself alone in an elevator with the mayor in March when he pulled her toward him, put an unwanted arm around her and said, “I am so in love with you. Wouldn’t it be great if you took off your panties and worked without them?”‘ When she pushed him away, she alleged, he kissed her on the cheek.  In April at a meeting open to the public in City Hall, she alleged, Filner put her in a headlock and dragged her toward a table with doughnuts, telling her he loved her and asking, “When are we going to get married? Wouldn’t it be great if we consummated the marriage?”  How far the mighty Bobs have fallen.

If you work with a “bad” Bob, you should contact a lawyer immediately to protect your rights.