I’m no Whit’s End but I’ve dropped an F-bomb once or twice in my life. Sometimes in the same effin’ sentence. Note to all my lady friends in the Golden Age club: I know my mother is rolling her eyes in heaven and tsk, tsking. She’d say it’s not a sin to curse but I am “contributing to the coarsening of the language.” Coarsening. There’s a word you don’t get to use too effin’ often. Point is, ladies, you don’t have to tell me I should know better. I know, I know. Of course, some of my granny friends love the salty talk and make me blush when they drop the words on me.
I’m still trying to get over the little old lady who yelled from the sidewalk as I biked past: Good f**kin column this week, Kevin!
I think she was on her way to