I was housecleaning at my client’s home, which was undergoing renovations by her brother-in-law. We had gotten to know each other, as we were in the house together, both doing our own thing on 4-5 different occasions. Anyhoo, the brother-in-law said he had plans to head out to their Hunt Camp… the location for the Annual Effing Family Reunion

I naively asked, “Effing.  What nationality is that name?” He looked up at me, to check my facial expression. Since I looked inquisitively at him, awaiting his reply, he sheepishly answered me, “That’s a real bad word that we don’t like to say in full around the womenfolk.” I had to laugh, but I felt like a fool. I think I also made him feel bad for even saying it.