In my opinion, I swear too much. I don’t know where or how I picked up the bad habit, but it’s very rare for me to tell a dramatic story without throwing in one or two profanities.
With that being said, I am able to turn that bad habit on and off when I need to.
One time I went into a car dealership and was assigned to work with a female salesperson that appeared to be about the same age as me.
There was a little girl in the dealership that was climbing in and out of the vehicles in the showroom. As we walked over to my salesperson’s desk, I asked her if kids frequently use the showroom as a jungle gym.
Her response: “You wouldn’t believe what the parents let their f***ing kids get away with here.”
This set the tone. I was distracted for the rest of our appointment.
I kept tally. Throughout the hour, she said the “F Word” seven times, and described one of her past customers as “an a**hole”, because he told her that his wife isn’t allowed to make car decisions.
I don’t know why she felt comfortable enough to speak that way in front of me; we had just met.
Keep the potty words to yourself…at least until you become a f***ing friend!