He reminded me of some dippy little college freshman. Who after taking half a semester of Western Civ at some snooty college, comes home and ruins Thanksgiving dinner.
How I ruined thanksgiving dinner my freshman year:
I went to a military school. At the time it was 99% male. When we ate our meals, you would ask for someone to “pass the milk, pass the butter, pass the juice”, etc. Of course, being all male, it came out as “Pass the F’ing butter. Pass the F’ing milk.”
So we sit down at Thanksgiving dinner. My grandmother sat down across from me.
So naturally, I wanted the gravy. So I said, plain as day...and loudly, “Please Pass the F@#king gravy.”
Silence.
My grandmother just looks at me. Laughs and passes the gravy.
Her Husband was a graduate of the same university some 50 years earlier. I am figuring it wasn’t the first time she heard a cuss.
My mom and dad were not so amused.