It’s Sunday and time for the Outlander Question of the Week.
This week I thought we’d have a little fun and let off a little steam. When Claire is frustrated or irritated or can’t get the bandages to do what she wants them to do she lets fly with the now virtually iconic “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!”
So this week we’re going to talk about what it is we say when the bandages won’t do what we want them to do.
My personal favorite (and if you know me or follow me on any of my social media things, this will come as no surprise) is FU*K. It’s an all purpose word and works for every situation.
For instance, the bandage goes exactly where you put it and stays on just like it’s supposed to .. FU*KIN’ A!!! is a perfectly acceptable response.
But if the bandage slips and slides and gets all bloody and just refuses to behave, OH FU*KIN’ A!! is also a perfectly acceptable response.
Happy, mad, glad, sad…doesn’t matter FU*K will work.
For my maternal grandmother and both my maternal aunts it was SH*T… also a good, all purpose curse word.
My mother, who is a dignified and classy woman (totally unlike me) doesn’t use foul language. So when the bandage slips and refuses to do what she wants it to do, she screams “Oh FOOT!”
My father was also dignified and classy, being a Command Sgt. Major in the U.S. Army. He had a “Cuss Can” on his desk, anyone who said a curse word in his presence had to throw a quarter in the can. This was in the ’80’s so I’m assuming that if he were still alive, the price would have gone up. There was a major who, when he would get frustrated and wanted to spew a string of profanity, would go into my father’s office, throw five bucks in the can and let fly.
So come on, ‘fess up…what is your favorite curse word?