I Am a Weenie
I’m a weenie. It’s true. Sure, I can charge into a brick wall (i.e. Tongan) and take him down in a rugby match, but if there’s a wasp in my kitchen, I am unable to maneuver a plastic cup to its position on a wall, enclose it in, and deliver it from our home. My wife can, but I, as we have already discussed, am a weenie. It’s not that I’m afraid of getting stabbed by…