Do You Kiss Your Mother with that Mouth?

If one ever needed proof that people are pretty much the same the world over, one needn't look farther the parking area of our village.

I was walking home when I noticed a man performing maintenance work as he lay on his back under the engine of his car. He was tinkering with something, and at the precise moment I passed, something slipped and I heard a metallic clunk.

This was followed by a brief stream of profanity, the kind of language we use when were pissed off but think no one is around to hear it.

I grinned but didn't let on that I'd overheard him or understood what he'd said.

Why ruin the moment?

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