The world is a magical place, full of people waiting to be offended
by something.
Isn't it strange that the less work they had to do to
get where they are, the
more offended they become, by smaller and
smaller "somethings"?
Does that mean/imply that the more/harder you work,
the less you
are offended by small/little things?
Humm . . . isn't that called perspective?