Me: painting and falling backwards off of my step stool, stepping on the edge of a portable light and hurting my foot...yelling in pain and annoyance.
Frank: (Running into the room) "Are you ok? What happened? Do you need medical attention?"
Me: "I just hurt my foot on that light and it hurt a lot and it made me say a bad word."
Frank: "Really?? Which one?"
Because that's what matters.