Overheard In the Car

We're in the car, on our way to dinner. AB is sick, slightly feverish, and a little loopy. Maybe we all are. I make a right, and the turkey in front of me does the same, then quickly makes a sharp left.

R: What the...
AB: What the... What the fdkfre. What the FUCK! What the Fuuucccckkkk! What the fuck!

She enunciated "fuck" a little more clearly each time. I'm dying, trying to hide my glee from her, as she cannot see me from the backseat. R laughs imperceptibly and quickly changes the subject to something we are passing, successfully redirecting her attention away from the new phrase she is trying on. I smile happily all the way to our destination.

We're all going to hell.

See you there.