Little Miss Potty Mouth
“Do you really have to talk like that?” was the way our first bit of uncomfortableness began. Apparently, church boy thinks my mouth is too blasphemous. I’m not some filthy mouthed whore, but an occasional “Goddamn” or “Jesus Christ” can be uttered in anger. There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t use many profanities in general, I think that they’re a crutch on real expression.
I don’t need this guy coming in and trying to make me feel dirty because I don’t talk like some choirboy.
On the other hand, maybe I was being too frank and shocking with him, and I’ve never really been that good at using euphemisms. Maybe…I…was…making him feel uncomfortable, and all he did was let me know that. I don’t take criticism as well as I dish it out.
I suppose I can try to be a little less profane around him, the same way I do with a small child.
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