I love words both fair and foul, so swearing doesn’t usually bother me. But the vitriol I heard in a swearing outburst today jarred me. My older daughter had just finished her violin lesson; she and I and my younger daughter were walking down the sidewalk to our car when heard a blasphemous expression.
I expected to witness a car crash in the aftermath of the shout. But when I looked up, all I saw was a couple of pedestrians on the opposite sidewalk.
“Shit!” It was the man walking down the street. He turned around and started yelling at a little girl about my own daughter’s age lagging about 10 feet behind him. He was yelling at his kid.