"Fuck!"
I blurted, a little too loudly, prompting Amy to remind me, in a firm yet sympatheticwhisper, that profanity outside of New York City is actually profane. She wasright to shush me, of course, but I didn't relish the thought of suppressinghalf of my vocabulary while my skull was splitting in two. My often foul-mouthedwife, being more polite than I, adjusted quite readily and with little effort.For my part, I had already consciously and carefully purged some of my favoritewords from my verbal repertoire to prepare for our upcoming vacation among theproper commoners. Gone were some of my closest lingual friends. Goodbye, "motherfucker."Goodbye, "shit." And "cunt"? You didn't even make itonto the plane.