The only swear word I heard growing up was “damnation”, one time, used by my dad, a dem, when he hit his thumb with a hammer. My husband will escort me from any gathering where someone begins to swear. I think it’s far less prevalent in our part of the country where church attendance is higher. However I do hear it way more often when out in public. My husband would do better at protecting my ears if he would take over the grocery shopping :-). I hate it when people swear around my grandchildren
I also hate it when people have those external speakers which blast rap music outside their cars. One of these days I’m going to buy an external sound system for my Chevy truck and play John Philip Sousa as loud as I can when I’m at Walmart in the parking lot. Lol
I want a loudspeaker for a warning and a cannon for backup.
Especially since I just drove on Vancouver Island.
LOL the first time I heard my mom swear, I was 15 and had just got my learners permit... I Was driving in the rain (Oregon, you better know how) with mom sitting beside me like the law required and I did everything right but as we were at the bottom of a hill, making a left turn up the hill, somebody was taking the corner too fast and slid out and sideswiped my Mom’s almost new Toyota Celica and she DROPPED that F bomb... I thought she was mad at me right off, but I could not believe my tender ears! I mean I heard it every day at school but MOM! She immediately said that was ALL him... nothing you could do.