When It Is Not Swearing

I was in New Jersey in a supermarket looking for cheese and I couldn’t find it.

A man came out of the back, white coat, and hair swept back. He would have fitted right in with the Sopranos.

I asked him where the cheese was and he showed me, except what he showed me was the soft cheese. I said no, I was looking for hard cheese and he said “You mean cheddar and shit like that?”

The thing is he wasn’t swearing, he was just talking.