The F-Bomb Counter

When I get better at this blogging stuff, I'm going to post a running tally of the seemingly endless stream of profanity I experience on a daily basis with something I will call the F-Bomb Counter.

I usually dress conservatively - sports jacket, tie, Dockers/Bugle Boy etc. I don't look like a kid either. The reason I'm pointing this out is that the obscenity I hear is not experienced by my walking into a situation and catching kids unaware. They clearly see me and other adults and loudly spew filth - the F-word being their favorite. If you've been to a mall lately, perhaps you've had this experience.

Why don't I do something about it? Probably for the same reason you don't do much about it at the mall. It's overwhelming. The times I have acted wound up being far more aggravation and effort than it was worth. I've spoken to the administration, but they've got larger fires to put out.

Today's F-Bomb count so far: 8