Swearing.?ÿ Some people are amateurs.?ÿ Some people are incredibly expert.?ÿ Others use only the worst epithets they know.?ÿ Some substitute alternate words to make it seem as though they aren't really swearing, but, everyone knows precisely which words have been substituted and why.
One day last week I was extremely frustrated with my otherwise excellent printer/copier/scanner.?ÿ Words that would get me removed from polite gatherings came rushing out at a rather excessive decibel level.?ÿ A second later I here Mrs. Cow, from thirty feet away, telling me to close the door that would separate us.?ÿ She was wrapping up a Zoom meeting that she was also recording to be turned in eventually to her school.?ÿ Nearly everyone had already disconnected so it wasn't quite the disaster it could have been a few minutes earlier.?ÿ I'm quite sure there was at least one impressed (negatively, I assume) by the outburst.?ÿ One of my proudest moments, for sure.
Today, I was chatting with Mrs. Cow and my mechanic as we stopped by to pay him for the work yesterday on Mrs. Cow's Jeep Liberty.?ÿ He is also a teacher in our district.?ÿ He and Mrs. Cow were having quite the discussion about using Zoom meetings to replace classroom teaching and he made it clear he was having difficulty doing everything correctly.?ÿ I felt obligated to share my embarrassing story, with a twist.?ÿ I referred to my outburst as "then I went all (insert his father's name) on the printer".?ÿ He laughed and laughed.?ÿ By invoking his father's name he understood quite clearly as to the decibel level and the roughness of the terminology.
I knew his father very well.?ÿ He was one of my earliest employers for general farm work and eventually as one of the expert poultry effluent removers required for his 10,000 hen egg production/confinement facility.?ÿ He knew every swear word ever conceived and only used them with the greatest level of enthusiasm.?ÿ There were numerous times when those words were directed at me.?ÿ Growing up in that household, my mechanic knew better than most of his father's expertise.
My father was the ordained pope of cussing.?ÿ He was truly the one that gave Jesus his middle initial of "H".?ÿ That's probably why I never picked it up much...no way to best him, why even try??ÿ?ÿ
Like Jean Shepherd wrote in A Christmas Story, "My father wove a tapestry of profanity that is still to this day hanging somewhere over Lake Michigan".?ÿ
I always get a kick of people who say things like:?ÿ That guy needs a good swift kick in the asparagus.
Who do they think they are kidding, besides themselves, of course?
Well, fudge!
Son of a biscuit eater.
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Today there is one NASCAR idiot out there wishing that he had learned to moderate his vocabulary. It appears that failing to do so has cost him his lucrative career.?ÿ?ÿ
Son of a biscuit eater.
I worked with a guy who sometimes said "got dandruff, some of it itches" using the tone of voice one woul apply to cursing. :shutmouth: ?ÿ
I got so mad one day and carried on for quite a while that one helper simply thru his hands up and left and quit by email and would not come back to get paid on Friday or for like ever. He said he had turned me into the BOR for not paying him and I sent him a check in the mail.
I am sure by now that he has felt the same way I did that day over something or another. If not he is a lucky man.
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@norman-oklahoma I agree. And the bad thing is that the fellow he was talking to (about), his spotter, is not African American. Dummy.
Andy
