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I've been a potty mouth for a long time.  I'm working on that, since my daughter is well within the age to be parroting my every exclamation.  (Recently she's picked up "how cool is that?")  But I'm not just a potty mouth, it turns out.  I've recently begun to recognize that my head is, in moments of even the slightest aggravation, filled with dozens upon dozens of 5-gallon buckets of the vilest profanity known in the English language.  It's a wonder my head hasn't turned green, my nose and ears haven't fallen off, due to the toxicity. 

But driving in my car a few minutes ago, I had a great moment.  I had to make a right turn, and a bus had stopped in front of me.  I stopped behind the bus and signaled my right turn.  The woman behind me decided she didn't want to wait, so she pulled into the left turn lane to pass me and maybe the bus, too.  But the bus went, and, -- I swear this is the whole truth and nothing but the truth -- thinking only "I beg your pardon," I took my proper turn and I went, too, forcing her to remain in the left turn lane until I'd made my turn and she was able to go straight as she originally intended.  It took two blocks before I even realized that I hadn't been cursing and cussing her out in my head the way I usually would. 

My mind was, at the time, preoccupied with something else.  Something I consider Very Important and Very Challenging.  And now it seems it is Something that has the added benefit of neutralizing some of the poison in the well.  Awesome!