These two old ladies were sitting directly beside me. I was minding my own business (lie #1), typing away at my laptop...when all of a sudden, my ears perk up because I think I hear one of the old ladies swear. I don't know what it is about old people, but I automatically think of them as saints... so delicate, full of wisdom and wool caridgans with cute little pins on them. (I think that counts as alliteration).
Old lady A: yes, my daughter got married 'n got fucked over
Old lady B: mother of fucked over?
Old lady A: yes, FUCKED OVER. It was cold, but it was a nice day at the same time.
I was speechless... but I listened really really carefully to the rest of the conversation, and I realized that she didn't really say "f-ed over" at all. She really just said "yes my daughter got married in the month of october" but because of her (russian/polish?) accent, the slur of the f into the o of october... well, you know what happened. It was just nice seeing how my opinion of her changed from "saint" to "rad rebel of a grandma" back to "saint" in a span of 10 minutes. Note to self, listen better.
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