My parents are the same way. I've heard my dad say
once, when he was angrily defending for the thousandth time why he didn't like pizza ("It smells like somebody
in the oven, that's why!").
The funny thing is, where he worked, it was a very coarse environment, and I always wondered if maybe he had a split personality that way, filthy-mouthed at work, squeaky-clean at home.
Since his mind has started to go, I've heard him mutter "dammit," and "assh*le," under his breath a couple of times. Not long ago, he told a fairly tame, but definitely risqué joke, out of nowhere, which was pretty funny. He probably overheard it on the TV.
My mom, she only ever says
when she's startled, like if she burns her hand on the stove or drops a plate, and it's not out of anger, but out of fear/surprise. She once famously threw a sawmill customer off the property for saying "frickin'," and when he apologized and tried to explain that he didn't say the bad f-word, she shot back, "Yeah, well, we all know what word you meant, and I won't have it!"
Let's see how Mrs. Doyle feels about it all. Depending on where you work, this may or may not be appropriate for the office:
View: https://youtu.be/XLTnacYvvg4