A friend of ours, Jenny, was talking about getting in trouble with a relative, Doris, because of swearing in front of her son. Jenny had been quoting another relative who’d called someone a horse’s ass.

A number of us thought that “horse’s ass” was pretty tame as far as swearing goes.

Someone said that it was a good thing that Saul, Jenny’s husband, wasn’t part of the conversation. Saul said “Why? I don’t swear like that.”

I couldn’t resist: “No, you’d’ve said a lot worse.”

Saul didn’t think I was helping.