Yesterday I was walking from a work event to Waterloo station in London (takes about half an hour) and was getting a bit fed up at people walking into me because they were looking at their mobile phones.
Anyway a lady with a wheelie case suddenly stops right in front of me to look at her phone. I mutter "for god's sake" as I swerve around her. She turns round and shrieks "mind your bloody language" (somewhat ironically I thought).
Did I swear? She had a Scottish accent so was she a God-fearing Presbyterian? I was somewhat flummoxed.