So that's what you call it?
Back when I was younger and even more stupid, I had a job that kind of required someone to go to New York every month. I worked for Schenley Distillers in the Cincinnati office. It was a good job, paid fairly well, and we even got a bottle a month (sometimes more). The ugly side was once a month, the first working day, someone had to make a courier run to NYC. Then they had to stay overnight and fly back the following morning with another tape coming back. Basically in the 1970 time frame, it was the only secure way to deliver a massive amount of data, fast.
So for any number of reasons, none of them my doing, I'd done way more than my fair share. Yes, I hated NYC. It was nasty, and it stunk, was full of downtrodden scum. So along came a month end, and nobody in our department was complaining about being the dog that got kicked. I'd done 3 or so in a row, so I was clearly off the hook. Then the worst nightmare came along. I was called into the VPs office. Could mean I was getting fired. The only thing worse was being sent off to gulag called NYC. Yeah, it was a relief to everyone else, especially the dozen or so who hadn't been banished in a year or more.
But I got sent again. I guess because I only complained privately. But this time he had a sweetener. I could take my wife if she could get out of work, and I had no limit on spending. I was even ordered to take her to supper at I think Del Monicos. its been 40+ years. The other sweetener was I was told I didn't have to do it again until everyone else in the department had taken their turn. So we were young marrieds. It wasn't too awful. And we had better sense than to wander around the city.
I hated the place, and can't for the life of me understand why anyone would voluntarily live there. Or why they'd even visit. On the other hand, I've been to leezy-anna and its not a bad place to visit at all. Well, except for hurricane season or maybe duck season.
I hear tell Cajun Lawyer prefers duck hunting to even fishing or hanging out in a court room. Charlie's brother Joe lives there, too. Must not be too bad a place.
And I've had a beard since 1980. They're cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. If you don't know that, its not my fault. I have no preconceived impression of folks by what they wear or if they've got a beard or not.