What?

Woops! Before I can catch my cup, my coffee spills, splashing  the perfectly pressed slacks of the elegant gentleman dining at the table next to mine in the restaurant. Under his breath, but still audible, I hear him say, “Fopdoodle!” The word sounds cartoonish, but his tone is unmistakable — it resonates with irritation. I realize that he's swearing at me! Still mopping up the mess, I blurt, “What?”

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