There's a young woman working at the art store with a bit of an attitude. Standing in the aisle of ink, I said to Danny,
"I hope she's not working today, I'm not in the mood for her bullshit."
I heard the gasp before I looked up, and saw a mother and daughter that could have been Honey Boo Boo and Mama June. The mother quickly clamped both hands over her daughter's ears as she steered her by the head past us as quickly as possible. The father followed after, avoiding looking up.
It took about five seconds before the teenage couple standing next to us started laughing.
"Oooh, the lady said a bad word." the boy giggled.
"That's sort of mild for my mother." Danny added.
I shouldn't be as pleased with myself as I am.