When The F-Bomb Is Also A Stink Bomb
(My parents always made a big deal about swearing when I was little. I was also a stickler for the rules, and hated breaking them, even by accident. I am about four when this happens:)
Me: “Mom, I know what the F-word is!”
Mom: “We do not say that word in this house! That is a very rude word, and I don’t ever want to hear you say it.”
(Later that night, as Mom is tucking me into bed:)
Me: “I am sorry, Mom; I didn’t know ‘fart’ was a swear word.”
Mom: *after a moment’s pause* “Yes. Yes it is. Good night, dear.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?