Mom may not look the type, and she'll deny it if pressed to confess, but she has a mouth like a sailor who just pulled into port.
Case in point...
Memorial Day Weekend. Coming back from an outdoor fair, mom notices the roads are virtually free of cars.
Mom: Isn't it nice when it's like this? [beat] 'Cause all the bastards are nowhere to be found.
But, you have to read "bastards" as "bear-steads." It's so much more colorful and expressive in her New York accent.
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