I rose earlier than usual this morning to attend a breakfast meeting in Old Mill Town, and to prepare for the drive, I stopped at the Dunkin’ Donuts for a serious cup of coffee.
there I "enjoyed" listening to the casual profanity of the
employees, who seemed happy to use F-&-$-%-I-N’ wherever "very" would
It’s not that I never use a bad word, but I seem to be noticing that the sort of language reserved for times of bone-breaks, battlefields, life-threatening shocks and childbirth is now used commonly to refer to such inconveniences as the incorrect folding of boxes intended to hold Munchkins.
The nice young man waiting on me was also the store manager. I told him in the nicest possible way that while I understood we live in a society of diminished civility, the language I overheard did not make me eager to return.
I may change my mind when I need another serious cup of coffee.