As one of my friends commented already, I probably shouldn't be cursing in a blog that is supposed to help promote a picture book for children. I guess the upside is that 4 year-olds probably can't read yet. I was thinking it was ironic that I'm trying to sell rated G material when my personality/maturity level is more PG-13. Which makes it harder to recount what I overheard this morning waiting for the bus, but all you adults can fill in the blanks on this one.
EXT- Minneapolis Bus Stop - 6:15a.m. (-4 degrees on March 7!)
Two people are waiting for the bus. Mindy and her morning bus stop partner; a guy that I'll call B.
It is quiet, then they hear voices building. It gets closer. Two miscreants approach, cursing mightly.
"F- that, F-this, F! F! F!"
"Yeah man, f-ing guy."
"Yeah! I love those f-ing croissants!"
"F- that, man!"
The miscreants pass.
Mindy turns to B. "I love f-ing croissants!"
B. laughs. "Me too! Actually I had a scone this morning. With Devonshire clotted cream."
"Was it f-ing good?"
"It was f-ing great!"
Mindy and B. laugh and the bus pulls up.
If you take mass transportation you will never run out of wonderful stories to share with your family at the dinner table.