I knew from the getgo that it would only be a matter of time before I dropped an F bomb on a local. They shove, the plow in to you, they stand in your way, they live by cutsies, they burp in your face, they burp at business meetings, and they make nasty phlegmy throat noises constantly. Excuse mes and I'm sorries are not the custom.
One day, I will turn to my neighbor and say, THAT'S F'ING DISGUSTING or something to that extent. I'm not there yet, but someone else already is.
Lady Shoppington has her day.