Never insult a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes, that way when you insult him, your a mile away and you've got his shoes.

I could walk a mile in your shoes, but I already know they're just as uncomfortable as mine. Let's walk next to each other instead...

I (could) see these plots a mile away. And I was 7.

It's a better explanation of what we do. Think of us as the last mile of ERP and CRM. We're the presentment guys, converting data to a readable form.

I’ll always be limited because I’m me and he’s he. I could put myself in his situation and walk in his shoes, but they’d always be my feet.

Women need food, water, and compliments
That's right.
And an occasional pair of shoes.