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"Did you have to enter a d**k measuring contest with the workers?" Joe asked after I came home late in the evening, quite drunk, despite sticking to my two-pint limit on beer.
An advantage of riding a horse instead of a car is, you can do it as drunk as you can get while still getting on the horse.
The workers (and even Mr. Barris) were alright dudes once I showed them I wasn't just a city gal and that I knew what I was talking about.
"Yes," I said.
"But you don't have one," Joe pointed out the obvious. "You're a university-educated alchemist, Dana. Do you really need to show off this childishly?"
He was giving me a headache.
Did he have to be such a snob?
"Bog off," I said, instead of the rather ruder terms I had in my mind.
He didn't get it.
I showed I was a person who knew
