Navan "Battle of the Sexes" 

It was late on a blustery Tuesday in November. A pale fellow grumbled to the bartender about a woman. "She says I have to decide, either her or the job," he complained. "Young man," she interrupted, "be very careful with the choices that you make." She leaned forward, her sapphire bracelet reflected tiny blue whisps on the bartop. "Both the greatest heroes and the finest gems were cut down with choices."