I was buying spare-ribs from my butcher. I have him run them in the meat saw perpendicular to the bone. Into thirds.
I tiny well put together cute old lady stands next to me. I say hi she starts chatting me up. I ask about her thanksgiving. She complained about not having family around. Then she says, “you know what? It’s those god-dammed -mother- effen (she used the real word) dirty chinamen ......”. She goes on for a bit. The butcher was blown away and he kept glancing at me wondering what I’ll say. Haha.
I replied, “I hope your Christmas is much better and your family can visit”.
She asks, “why do you cut the ribs like that?”
“Oh, it’s a steamed pork Chinese recipe my mom taught me”.
. I was seriously not offended since I don’t know her and will never see her again. I get it - the Anger. But I’ve never heard a granny say “mofo” before. Haha.