Who is the fucker?

This morning, I was in a hurry to a meeting to serve as the interpreter. I started late and when I made it to Dufferin, there were so many people that when the door of the train opened people inside crowded like sardines. I did not like to join crowds but I had to hurry so I tried to push a little to get on the train. A man before me said fuck. Though not aloud but audible.

I am mindful of the significance of personal space in public places. I will be an early bird next time to avoid to be a fucker and avoid fuckers fond of fuck words.

Actually, fuckers are everywhere. One way to reduce their number is to prevent yourself from becoming one.