Well, I don't know about that, but one doesn't want to perturb a woman, particularly one who has at least one child. I think the child-birthing and rearing process kind of toughens them up in several important ways. And much for the worse if they are separated or divorced.
Not sure what got up this one gal's region; probably she was just in a bad mood and knew I wouldn't retaliate, not seriously. That's OK. At least she didn't call me a "fat f*cker," or "fat bastard," which seem to be her favorite insults for men she doesn't care for.
But what's aggravating is that I've stopped by two shops, with the express interest in buying a set of dice, to pass the time at work by tricking some fool into gambling with me at shooting dice.
WTH? Who wouldn't carry dice in a shop? You know, right by the playing cards or whatever. Ridiculous!
/* Huh! Even a candy-ass little Highlander like whatsisface got something right once!

This is the Jura 10, and while it's only mildly peated, I find notes of tobacco and caramel, and a very full body and mouthfeel. Only 80 proof, but that's plenty.
A rare combination of mild, nearly no harsh ethanol astringency, but potent complexity in all respects. Beautiful color and presentation, as well.
Thumbs up!
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