As I was heading into the locker room prior at the YMCA to my daily swim Tuesday, I accidentally let slip a dirty word.
"I’m so glad we’re back to _____ hours," I said, merrily swinging my bag back and forth. The two nice people at the counter turned and stared at me as if I had gone stark, staring mad.
"You mean fall hours," one of them said frostily.
I flinched, realizing what I’d said, and immediately apologized profusely.
"I am so sorry. I should know better. Yes, fall hours."
FALL hours! I meant FALL hours! I didn’t mean to mention that other season which comes after autumn and leaves us under a bunch of s__w and i__. I didn’t mean to mention the season with s__wplows and skis and mittens and scarves and shoveling the s__w from the sidewalk!
I didn’t mean to say the w-word!
What if there had been children present?