This morning I left the apartment in haste and entirely forgot my Rickshaw Small Zero messenger bag that I so love. The fact that I felt naked without it and debated about going back for it after morning prayers versus intentionally leaving it behind to “teach myself a lesson” is worth writing about another time. Since my ear-buds are in that bag, I could not listen to music or any of the podcasts to which I am subscribed during my twenty-five minute train ride to Lexington and 63rd Street.
At a certain stop along the way, a couple of men got on and started having a fairly loud conversation that was heavily peppered with foul language. I was not particularly paying attention to the actual subject of the conversation as I am not particularly prone to eavesdropping to English language conversations (Sorry, speakers of French and Romanian, I sometimes like to practice my mastery of language!) and yet I could not help but hear the foul language as it really seemed abrasive. Out of curiosity, I decided to listen to a selection of the conversation because I wanted to know what subject matter would prompt the one speaker to drop so many f, mf, s, and other such bombs. In the following bits I have selected to paraphrase, *exp* refers to an expletive.
“Do you use jQuery? Oh, you *exp* have got to. It’s the *exp* *exp*.”
“I just started using (name of code development software) and *exp*! I *exp* paid for it — it’s so good I had to *exp* give the *exp* developer money for it.”
Then there was the bit of conversation that went into great detail about how the person wrote a particular piece of code and figured out how to do it… all, again, highly peppered with expletives.
Maybe it’s me but I don’t remember any of my friends in my Data Structures class at Rutgers talking like this. Then again, perhaps I should be taking a lesson from this — that just because a person fills their conversation with ugly language, it doesn’t mean that they cannot discuss difficult and interesting subjects. Indeed, it would seem that I made a poor judgement — one I should not have made — based purely on foul language.