Thursday, April 30, 2015
30 Days - Day 18
I don't cuss prettily, I use up my full range astonishingly quickly. I was trying to set up a complicated system for my town this morning and things started to slide downhill rapidly between the bankers on the speaker phone, one of the town employees who is partially deaf and various citizens who were ploughing around noisily in corridors and opening and slamming doors and joking as only hunter-gatherers do, nothing genteel about the decibel level of their heartiness. So yeah I said it so many times my field was barren.
And there's something about a woman saying it, isn't there? Particularly repetitive loud ones. It's like the world stops on its axis for a minute. The desired effect when please or quiet or boys! doesn't work.
And then, doncha love it, all these men go into an exaggerated hush mode, fingers on lips, eyebrows tilted at each other, legs in Nazi goosewalk and then the salute.
You know what they're thinking, right?