One day I came home to find that my mother was angry with me for reasons I was unaware of. She yelled, “Why were you CUSSING at Erin???”
“Cussing at Erin??? What are you talking about??”
“She said you yelled at her and said the F word at her more than once!”
I racked my brain trying to figure out when I had dropped an F-bomb on my sister. I went over the day in my head, and all my interactions with her. What did I do? What did I say? Had I been angry with her earlier?
Well let’s see…Before I left earlier I had been upset with Erin for not folding the laundry. I had asked her so many times that day to fold the towels–which seemed to be the only thing she would admit having any ability to fold. But still it was left undone and Erin remained glued to her chair in the living room, probably watching some music video for the umpteenth time.
Wait a minute…Fold. Fold? Could that be it?
After further investigation we discovered that yes, in fact, “fold” is Erin’s F word. Or used to be anyway. Rumor has it she doesn’t care to drop the standard F-bomb now and again when something needs emphasis or she’s really mad.
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