Okay, this must stop. I have previously commented about our letter carrier speaking loudly into her cell phone while she approaches houses to (mis)deliver mail, but today she was engaged in a heated conversation that was as follows (in an edited form for this family blog): “No, f___ that! She can just f____ that! No, no, that’s f______ed up!” And so on.
And remember, this was at top volume as she walked up and down the street, even bobbing her head from side to side as she did so. All she needed was a caption scrolling beneath her, a la Jerry Springer.
Not that I have a problem with coarse language, but I prefer it on my own terms.
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