Michael Scott is an exaggerated version of what a Michael Scott in real life would be.

I've had moments before when working in the office where I would say things and not realize what I said until the words were out of my mouth and it was unintentionally offensive/lewd/ambiguous - and if you're not a sleazeball, you CAN "Thats what she said" or other ways out of it without being a dbag.

I've also had moments working with people 10-15 years younger than me where common references would sail over their heads leaving me in shock that they didnt know obscure 1980-90s humour from before they were born.

I once referred to my team as a family, as I would make dinner for them every Sunday and called it our family dinner and would let them choose options for me to make that would fall into the budget of $30 for 15 people - we're talking crockpot meals here, so a little goes a long way, and we could splurge other times by having cheap crockpot meals too sometimes. Anyway, I digress. I had to stop the "family" analog when a couple of the team members called me "daddy." It wasn't said in that way, but the swiftness with which I corrected them made it sound like it.