I married an Irish/Scottish girl. I should have seen the gorgeous red hair and green eyes and run for the hills, but no.

She’ll debate anything, any time, anywhere. Trump during a commercial? Sure. Abortion over a muffin? Totally. Raisins (scourge or sweet snack?) in an airline security line? All day.

Find yourself a good scot and you’ll converse until you die. Violently.