It's happened to all of us. Something unfortunate slips out of your brain, bypasses the better judgement filters, and shoots out of your mouth.
Something unfortunate....like a curse word.
Or maybe it didn't so much slip out of your brain, but was enthusiastically shoved down the pipeline. And maybe the filters were disengaged after you employed the manual override because you wanted the curse word to rocket down the chute like a greased pig, fly out of your mouth and explode in the air like a Fourth of July firework, to the delight of your classmates as you basked in their "oohs" and "aahs."
Once that impressive firework explodes, though, projecting its dazzling bits of light into the sky, there really is no way to pack it back into your mouth and maneuver it back up the pipeline.
Maybe I'm going a little overboard here with the figurative language, but the other day, in quite spectacular and audible fashion, Mariah cursed.
Later, away from the class, she wrote an apology and stamped it with proof of her wholehearted repentance. The paper is wrinkled where what seems to be a rather juicy tear splashed the note. A label clearly identifies the wet splotch.
I can just imagine Mariah thinking, "It's not just me saying sorry and hoping you accept my apology, but also my tear is saying sorry, too."
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