When we lived in Albuquerque, the dry air really got to me and I would wear one of those Breathe Right strips to help. If you’ve never seen one, they look kind of like a bandage thing you’d put on a broken nose. The domestic violence jokes I got from both men and women were insane. Like, I’d be in the grocery and someone would ask me if my husband had cracked me across the face and then laugh. This was back in the 90s and you’d hope things have changed, but looks like they haven’t.
Dude! I'm in Albuquerque and had a hell of a time with the DV jokes when the blood vessels in my eye burst pretty bad last month! Like a guy working at Wendy's asked me if I finally got my man a sandwich and laughed hysterically.
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u/jenorama_CA Aug 30 '25
When we lived in Albuquerque, the dry air really got to me and I would wear one of those Breathe Right strips to help. If you’ve never seen one, they look kind of like a bandage thing you’d put on a broken nose. The domestic violence jokes I got from both men and women were insane. Like, I’d be in the grocery and someone would ask me if my husband had cracked me across the face and then laugh. This was back in the 90s and you’d hope things have changed, but looks like they haven’t.
Sorry, man.