The young female translator approached me timidly in her hijab. She walked from our editorial room into my office and presented me with a printout of a piece of art from a Spider-Man magazine. It was Sue Storm—the Invisible Woman—appearing in a children's puzzle themed with the Fantastic Four. We were reprinting this in Arabic, and I'd been imported to oversee the Cairo operations as the company I worked for had acquired the Marvel license in Egypt.

And this particular Sue Storm was anatomically impossible.

"I know we can't print this, but I can't face the designers. I don't know how to say it to the guys. Can you help?"

"With pleasure." I grinned.

I barged into the design department.

"BREAST POLICE!" I bellowed. "Who let THESE through? Do you want to get us banned in Saudi?"

Four adult Egyptian men (two of which were named Mohamed) reddened and then started giggling.

Some days I love my job.