I have a mouth on me. I curse and get frustrated with drivers. I use profane words as easily as 'the' and 'it' during a story. I love sexual anecdotes and verbalize freely my sexual nature.
Every day I work with my general manager, who has quickly become a friend, we jump into conversations that are never safe for the work environment. Those pesky walkers that beat the employees to the mall in the morning are generally gray-haireds. And quite frequently, I can't see when they're coming around the corner.....many a time inappropriate words launch from my lips in perfect synchronization of an elderly walking out of my blind spot.
I'm surprised I haven't gotten in trouble for the freedom of use of 'vagina' (which I've toned down for work) or 'giving head' or 'handjob' or any thing like that. Perhaps I was saved by the single beat before they walked into my conversation. Melissa (the GM friend) laughs at me and usually this conversation ensues:
N: I'm going to hell.
M: I'm driving the bus and serving the drinks. With lots of ice.
N: I'm serving drinks you can set aflame.
M: (laughs) Smokin'
N: I'm planning the activities. 'Ladies and gentlemen, I'll be your activities director. Orientation will be approximately an hour. There will be a meet and greet with Satan afterwards!'
Always....each time. One of us will start it and something like the above will follow, which sends us into an absolute fit of hysterics. I should really be more of an adult. I'm thirty-six years old and should be stuffier. Right?