I have said before that my Father is a patient man, he also is a rather quite man. It seems like he has always been a man of few words – another trait which I apparently missed out on. Even if you did manage to get my Dad a bit riled up, the result was not a long diatribe.
During World War II, my Dad traversed from the Aleutian Islands to the South Pacific as a sailor in the Navy; however, his language was never “salty.” Yet there is one strong word in my Dad’s vocabulary. A word that made very rare appearances in my childhood. A word that would only come out on those very rare occasions when he was completely exasperated and at the end of his rope. A one word interjection that let one know to tread very carefully. That word is – “Thunderation!”
Dictionary.com defines “Thuderation” as
Unfortunately, “Thunderation” is not really part of my vocabulary. Thanks to the example of my Dad there are a lot of other words that, thankfully, have never been part of my vocabulary. I suppose that occasionally we all have need of an interjection and I have been known to occasionally shout “boogers!”, especially when hitting an infield pop-up in a softball game.