OH SH***!!!!!

I put in a quarter to receive the local newspaper, the door swung closed claiming my tie in its now-locked compartment, and I screamed "Oh, Sh***!"

OH SH****!!!! I quickly put down my bag and cellphone while still attached to the machine. Luckily, I carry extra change in my bag and was able to find another quarter after a few minutes search. I then picked up the phone again.

OH SH****!!!! My mother was on the other end of that cellphone at the exact same time I screamed. I explained to my mother what happened and she laughed.

OH SH***!!!! She then wanted to discuss my choice of words. Oh, sh***. Rarely, if ever, cursing in front of my mother before, I felt embarassed, redfaced, and very, very guilty. We discussed why I was wrong to use such language, how my siblings and I need to wash our mouths out with soap, and on and on. Yes, I'm a horrible person. My mother's off to pray for me. Oh sh***, indeed.