Of when mamma said A Very Bad Word

Mamma and brat went into a toy store to buy a gift for a fren's budday party. The gift selected and paid for, it was sent off to another corner of the store for gift wrapping purposes. Mamma and brat waited and waited, there was no sign of the gift emerging, wrapped and labelled, from the innards of the store.
The owner and the salespersons conducted a robust conversation in Kutchi amongst themselves over our heads. Mamma squeaked up a couple of times asking if the wrapping was done. She was roundly ignored. The brat took it on himself to ask each of the sales staff if the wrapping was done, and was also roundly ignored. Mamma pinched herself to check if she was physically present and hadn't morphed into a wraith. Then Mamma lost her temper. At most times, Mamma is placidly bovine no matter what the provocation but when she loses her temper, grown men have been known to quake in their shoes. Some shouting happened. Some sound ticking off. And a Very Bad Word escaped her lips. The brat stood mouth agape.
We reached home. The brat ran to the pater bursting with a tale he needed to tell. He narrated the entire episode to his father with much excitement. "And then you know mamma said C#@*@#*a. Now you have to clean her mouth with Harpic."
Errm.
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