  I was sitting in a Boardroom today with a bunch of stuffed shirts in ties, feigning concern that a lot of our shipments had been delayed lately, when in through the half closed door wafted a huge stream of cursing. Being the only female in the room, a few of the men glanced in my direction to see how I would react. (I work in the transportation industry  men dominated = lots of sexism) Frankly I didnt really give a fuck, but one of the men must have mistaken my look of bored indifference for shocked sensibilities because he got up and stepped out of the room.
Through the door, we could all hear him chewing out the driver, while we all pointedly looked about the room, avoiding direct contact and engaging in polite chit chat, waiting for his return. He had no sooner sat down; when through the door we heard: Can you believe he told me I swear too much, I dont fucking swear too much. Blame the cough syrup but, I dropped my work fae for a second and started to laugh. That was funny, because you just told him he swore too much, and then he swore when he was denying he swore to much ha ha ha. Realizing I was entirely on my own, out on a limb, I gave myself a mental kick in the ass and shut it. I tell ya, absolutely zero sense of irony in this crowd. 
