I walked into the Target electronics department just in time to hear the helmet-haired woman behind the glass counter drop something brilliant to a coworker:
“He’s one of those guys. He’s a bad boy. But when you break him in, he’s the sweetest guy ever.”
I’m assuming this girl is talking about her boyfriend. He’s so “bad,” only the tough “breaking in” at the hands of a helmet-haired electronics department staffer can dent his rugged exterior.