This evening, I was out in the backyard moving soaker hoses to tend to our woefully thirsty bushes when I slowly became aware of a conversation nearby. We have a neighbor who often talks on her phone while in her backyard. Quite loudly. And her language is salty. Quite salty.
As I was kneeling by our box elders getting the hose arranged, I heard something that sounded like, “I’m f***ed! It was one hundred and ninety-five f***ing dollars! For f***ing viagra!” I wasn’t sure I heard right, but then she repeated herself. Yup. I heard right.
Does anyone else see the humor in her choice of words?
As her side of the conversation unfolded, it became apparent that after she picked up the prescription, she either didn’t want or need it, but was unable to return it to the pharmacy (which is what led to the salty outburst). She kept using the f-bomb, and all I kept thinking about was her original statement: “I’m f***ed! It’s f***ing viagra!”
Isn’t that the point?