BFE(?)

On and off between the ages of eighteen and twenty, I was a barista at a local coffee shop called The Coffee Loft. As a popular place to visit — especially after school and on Sunday mornings — there was seldom enough parking. The staff was once able to park in the back parking lot, but it came to the point where even that was impossible.

So, we lowly baristas were banished to a parking lot two buildings away. You would have to park, then trek over one street, through another parking lot, squeeze between some bushes, and cross our own front parking lot to get to work. I had my own name for this place.

“Where did you park, Alexi?”
“Funkytown.”

However, several fellow baristas referred to the spot as “BFE.” At first, I thought this was some play on the Big, Friendly Giant of Roald Dahl fame. Alas, it wasn’t. It stood for “Butt-F’ing Egypt.”

I would think, What in the world? However, everyone else seemed to understand immediately. It’s a weird phrase, but hey, it’s what my adorable friends say.

Recently, in my twenty-third year of age, I heard someone say that who was certainly not my friend. They weren’t even a friend of any of my friends. Surely, BFE could not be a universal saying. It’s too…retarded. Or is it?

Is it a regional thing? Is it common every ol’ where? Have you heard of this? What in the world?