Truth. I was an Army Medic and after working on a stomach wound where the patient puked up blood, I went to the dining facility and had cherry pie. Looked exactly the same as the blood puke. Didn’t bother me one bit.

I’m a data engineer that processes 2 billion row 3000 column datasets every day, and I open shit in Excel with more than 60k rows. What the hell is this chick talking about?