No shit?

I live in Phoenix, our airport is called sky harbor…

There are dozens of us!

I’ve worked a lot of different jobs over the years, some well in my skill set, some well outside, and if there’s one thing I’ve noticed, it’s that with very few exceptions, knowledge and skills matter very little, what matters most is sucking up to the boss, a skill I am exceedingly bad at. Interestingly enough, one of the jobs where skill mattered most was construction, even when I worked for my uncle, he barely cut me any breaks. He once said “you hammer like old people fuck”. Not to mention the number of times he yelled at me because I was shit with a tape measure. “Cut it 3 times and it’s still too short”. Yeah nepotism didn’t help me there.

I live in a suburb to the east of Phoenix. I wouldn’t even consider a job on the west side. Nothing to do with Europe, just the reality of a large city.

Lol that happened when I worked at Chase many years ago… I didn’t fall for it, but several of my colleagues did… As I recall, there were some legal issues that came out of it…

True, but this is basically a battery.

I had a coworker once try to tell me I pronounced nihilism wrong - I say it nee… he claimed nye… was correct. He made such a a stink about it, actually yelling at me, that other coworkers were gathering around hoping for a fight… Somebody had a dictionary, so I looked it up, and of course both are listed as correct. He then moved the goalposts saying his way was “more” correct… but I got the last word - “I DON’T CARE!”

I couldn’t.

That’s how I’ve always read it…

Lol at my job someone referred to “E T C” and I was completely baffled until he actually typed it out, /etc… I just call it “ets” because it’s short for “et cetera”…

They’re exactly the ones who should know better…

There’s a Worcester in Massachusetts, local pronunciation rhymes with sister (which is in turn said like “sista”)

Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable

My wife says “wheelbarrel” and I giggle every time.

That is not necessarily true. Yes, women are generally weaker than men, but individual variation means a woman can be stronger than a man.

Aside from that, the difference in strength doesn’t matter that much- no matter how much my mom hit me, I never really had the desire to hit her back. Even when I was a teenager and could have wrecked her, I didn’t want to. Then on top of that, there’s the very real problem of authorities getting involved, they’re going to assume the male is the aggressor, really limits your available options…

It was the same for my dad. I still remember their last fight before the divorce. They were cleaning up after dinner, and my dad dropped the ice cube tray, scattering ice across the floor. This set my mom off and she started screaming at him about how worthless he was, and she tried to kick him in the gut. He caught her foot, purely out of self defense, but that threw her off balance and she fell on the cat dishes, which led to some pretty gnarly bruising… I didn’t see the whole fight, I was upstairs, but I heard it going on and came down just in time to see my mom sitting on the floor (sobbing, like she hadn’t started the whole thing) and my dad standing there with a look of “I can’t take this anymore”

Anywho, the point of all that was, it’s not about physical strength - an abuser has a meanness that their victim(s) lack, and that matters far more.

Why are you talking like that?

Eh, my cats would be gnawing on my carcass before I was cold…

Long ago, I adopted a cat from a deaf girl. Weirdest thing, going to her house to pick one out, she had several, and none of them meowed. It was months before the one I picked out started meowing.

Remember when typewriters were a thing? How did anyone survive?