I *heart* JAZZ: a very short love story

I once worked with this odd fellow, Charles. He wanted to be called 'Jazz'. Since he told her he disliked his name, his wife called him Jazz, too. Before they met she, coincidentally, had a bumper sticker on her Ford Taurus that read . But one day, during a shopping trip, a vandal lurking in the parking lot placed a sticker of a screw on top of the heart. Charles liked the double entendre and asked her to marry him.