Grandmas that drop F bombs

I swear that I have the coolest Grandma. She drops f-bombs like no one I know. It is actually a goal of mine and my sister's to get an F-bomb within the first five minutes of conversation. Usually succes comes from giving her a hard time about the man next door that is kind of sweet on her. Asking when they are getting married will usually get a "That'll be fucking right!" Maybe it's the Scottish culture. In Scotland, the f word is less of a word, and more of a pause between words. I think that Scots are imbedded with the word at birth and compulsively use it, rather than are conscious of it. Take the great British saying Fucks Sake! Here in the good old USA, we would say "for goodness sake" or "for God's sake", but the brits put an ever so sweet exclamation on it by changing it to Fucks Sake. Says it all, doesn't it? Suddenly there is no guessing as to the seriousness of the comment.

Now in Granny's defense, she sometimes uses the contraction f'ing. "That'll be f'ing right!" I think that this is an attempt at being proper. And for all intents and purposes, it is being proper considering the people as a whole. We are talking about a group of people who take pride in their men wearing skirts with nothing underneath. (After getting married in a kilt, I can honestly say that I understand why they wear nothing underneath. 9 yards of wool wrapped around your waist makes you very happy to have the ventilation even in the coldest weather.)We are talking about warriors who went to battle completely naked and painted in blue in order to frighten their enemy. Fuck's Sake, we're talking about a society that eats Hagus. F'ing is almost polite society in these circumstances. Still, I love Granny and her f-bombs.