Drive by F-bomb.

I had the most refreshing phone conversation with an associate yesterday.  By "associate" I am referring to one I have never met who works for the same company but in a different state.  So although he was an associate I have never made his acquaintance.

To make a long story short, I was making a serious of phone calls to such associates for a specific fact finding purpose related to a project.  The project itself (not so much my calls or me in particular), suffice it to say, has not inspired joy in the participants. 

The conversation with the aforementioned gentleman was novel because during the conversation he very blatantly yet casually implemented swear words to communicate his disgust with another associate or supervisor (I'm not sure which term applies here).  Two prerequisites for my having been amused by this were:

1. I am not offended by curse words

2. The profanity in question was not directed at me.

What a breath of fresh air.  The very idea that someone was utterly unafraid of being tattled on to management or offending another by being socially, if not politically, incorrect?  The lack of restraint or care of consequence was delightful.  Was it necessarily his most strategic move?  Certainly not.  But I could hardly have come away from the conversation doubting his sincerity.  And I don't know if the associate he was referring to is, in fact, the son of a bleepin' bleep I was told he was... but I tend to think, probably so.