That’s a bad word.
One day, I was working with Music Snob. She was playing her music, which just happened to be Gorillaz, her favourite band ever ZOMG THEY ARE AMAZINGGGGG!!!!111!*one* So we’re listening to Gorillaz when a family of three comes in, a man, woman and four-year-old child. He’s scoping out the topping bar when in the song playing, the singer drops a really loud, obvious “motherf—-er”. Music Snob doesn’t notice, but my heads whips up. The man and woman don’t seem to have noticed either. I make eye-contact with the four-year-old, who has the most mischievous look on his face, and he raises an eyebrow at me. He steals a glance at his parents and mouths, “it’s okay.”
It was one of the most mortifying/seriously cute/freaking hilarious things that has ever happened to me.
