Gary was complaining about the drywall dust again, saying the overhead air vents suck up the dust and then “Just fart it back out over our heads.”
I was gobsmacked. “Did you just say … the ‘F’ word?”
“Yes,” he said, viciously. “Fart. Fartfartfart. That’s how mad I am.”
“You have demanded I say “poot’ for decades, like a CHILD, and now you embrace ‘fart’?”
Sometimes with aphasia elderly people can only curse and sing. Perhaps he has had a mini-stroke?