OK, here's the story of the first time I heard my Elder Dad cuss.
I was about 10 years old and our JW family of 5, plus an elderly JW relative, were all crammed in the car and driving across town to the Thursday night School & Service Mtng. It was a warm summer night and we were running late, as usual. A very familiar, unpleasant smell began to tickle our nostrils. Just before hopping in the car, one of us had inadvertently activated a very potent canine land mine. My tired-from-work, stressed-out-over-a-meeting-part Dad, was particularly animated in voicing his displeasure over this rude olfactory assault. The smell got so bad that, even though we were already going to miss the opening prayer (horrors!), Dad pulled over so that the culprit could be identified and the front lawn of an auto repair shop could be put to good use in removing the malodorous mousse.
What a sight we must have been. Six cult members in our nerd uniforms all standing on the lawn of the car repair shop and looking under our shoes. One of my brothers said he thought it "might" have been him.
Dad: "Did you get it ALL off?"
Brother: "Yeah."
We all pile back in and the smell is right back at us.
Dad looks down at the inside of his right shoe.....
"AH SHIIIIIIIITTT!!!"
All jaws dropped as those words were indelibly etched onto my 10-year-old memory.
My God-like Dad became just a little bit more human that night.
Good times.
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