Happy Monday!
I'm sitting at the airport in Raleigh, waiting for the call to board and watching the seats around me gradually fill up. Sitting in the row in front of me is a guy chatting up the man sitting next to me, talking business and sports. The guy in front of me is wearing a very nice business suit and is clean-cut and presentable. But I'm hoping - no, praying - his seat isn't next to mine.
Why? Since he first sat down about 20 minutes ago, every third word out of his mouth has been the F-word. The guy he's talking to is using clean language and speaking at a low volume. But I can't help but glance at the pottymouth and wonder if A) he kisses his wife with that mouth, and B) where he learned public manners. When did it become acceptable to use offensive language in public? What if Jericho was with me?
Wait, I can answer that. The guy would probably miss his flight due to unconsciousness.
When I walk on base without my husband... I hear the F bomb... when I walk around with him (he is a Chaplain and of course displays his cross) the kids are less apt to curse so much. Maybe you can walk around the airport with a Chaplain.. that tends to clean up the vulgarness. Chaplain or rolled up newspaper!
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Kristie