My Dad swore like a dockworker. Still does. Half the time it was in Slovak, which I picked up. My family thought that was kinda cute. My Dad never said "fuck" though...and I STILL remember when I used that word in front of neighborhood friend who told my Mom. She hit the roof and I was certain I was headed for Hell. Many years later, working on my car with my Dad, around 1994, I think, we hit a snag and my Dad said "Damn Mart, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with this car. Oops, sorry, didn't mean to say that". To which I responded "That's OK Dad, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with it either." I was 29 years old and it was the first time I ever said "fuck" in the presence of my Dad.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2013-11-03 02:40 am (UTC)I guffawed at that.... ;-)
My Dad swore like a dockworker. Still does. Half the time it was in Slovak, which I picked up. My family thought that was kinda cute. My Dad never said "fuck" though...and I STILL remember when I used that word in front of neighborhood friend who told my Mom. She hit the roof and I was certain I was headed for Hell. Many years later, working on my car with my Dad, around 1994, I think, we hit a snag and my Dad said "Damn Mart, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with this car. Oops, sorry, didn't mean to say that". To which I responded "That's OK Dad, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with it either." I was 29 years old and it was the first time I ever said "fuck" in the presence of my Dad.