I was just on the elevator with E, having returned from a trip to Borders, when he started reaching for buttons on the control panel. Then he casually said, "S--t." The witnesses were a woman with a platinum blond pixie cut and her 8-year-old daughter. The woman's eyes widened and she started laughing like it was the funniest thing that had happened to her all week (maybe it was). She said, "Did he just say....? Does he know that word?" I said, "I guess." She said, "I wish I had my recorder." Well, I'm glad she didn't. Oy.
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