In the 52 years I've known my father I have NEVER ONCE heard him use the F word. When he's mad he'll blister paint with obscenities - but he has to be REALLY, mad. By contrast I was dropping F Bombs since grade 1. The other kids swore like truckers so I did too - and still will on occasion when I am overcome by uncontrollable fits of stupidity.
But, getting back to Pop - once he almost dropped the F bomb when we almost got T-boned by an inattentive Pajeet/kebab truck driver who dared a red light. He missed us by inches. The old man was as white as a sheet! "Holy....F....ffff..."
"Holy fuck!" I said - and he just nodded and just slumped his head on the steering wheel in relief. "Got any toilet paper on ya, Glen..." he said...
That was one time. The other time? Well - it went something like this:
HAR HAR HAR! True story, I swear. Now - if anyone needs me, I'm off to pay my respects to my wife and her eeeeeevil Christians at the church, and maybe sneak in a quick Crapcopter flight beforehand! It's mighty thoughtful of them - they put the school playground next to the church where I put on an airshow! I can do my thing and then walk right in to church without missing a beat!
God, and life, are generous! :)