So, this lady went grocery shopping with her family and another shopper overheard the first lady say, "Stop squishing the fucking bread." Ms. Nosybody thought the woman was talking to her kids, but the woman says she was talking to her husband. Either way. What the fuck?
Ms. Nosybody confronted the shopper and said, "You just said the f-word" and then called the cops!!
That's right, the fucking bread squisher lady got arrested for swearing.
You know, I was shocked when the greeter at WalMart thought the Hubs was stealing Adolpha, but now it sounds like I could be arrested at any moment for saying, "The fucking ice cream is melting." That's fucking nuts. Between the two of us, we're going to need to start having our groceries delivered!
I worry when I see examples of censorship like this, because we all know I like to throw around my f-bombs like an F-16. I worry when everyone starts stepping in to make sure that my kids are alright, because they think there's something off about the way I'm parenting my child. Unless I am beating my kid in the middle of the store, please don't fucking approach me. Go worry about a child that is actually in trouble.
Now, I know it's hard to believe, but I don't usually swear in front of my kids. In fact, just yesterday I was having a conversation with Gomer and Adolpha about Heaven and Hell and by the third time I used the word Hell as a noun (as in "No one wants to go to Hell" and not "What the hell are you talking about?") Adolpha interrupted me and said, "Could you please stop using that bad word and just say h-e-double hockey sticks?"
So, I don't know why I'm worried about Ms. Nosybody. If I said "Stop squishing the fucking bread" my own kids would probably call the cops on me.