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An ex and I were on an hour-long bus trip to the next city over where we lived in Korea. The subject of there being a subway in said city came up, and I insisted there was not. She insisted that she saw one there once. I further insisted that there was no way the city was big enough to have a subway. It got quite heated. Anger. Hurt feelings.
She was talking about the sandwich restaurant, I was talking about underground trains. We were both right.
I do disaster planning for counties,hospitals,big companies,etc.
I had a presentation for a hospital and basically showed them very very detailed how they need to prepare for flash flooding. And I was absolutely shot down and basically booed out of the room. "We never can get flash flooding here, it is impossible, you have no idea what you are talking about!"
Exactly two weeks later you could see them on national news, they had 120cm(around 4 feet) on their ground floor, including their ED.
Even if they had signed us it wouldn't have changed a thing (our recommendations take years to show effects) and people died (it is actually part of one of the worst flash flooding disasters in history,over 220 people died). So I can't be happy about it at all.
But my team and I were very very very much proven right. (And meanwhile even multiple court ordered experts have agreed on our assessment)
In college I used to study a class ahead to be ready with questions. A professor said that something couldn't be done analytically, but I just hours before had learned the proof of the analytical solution so I told them it could be done, he said it couldn't, I said I can prove it. He gave me the chalk I went to the board and prove the analytical solution. He was like wow, I didn't knew that. He gave me extra credits on the final for that.
Happens all the time in my head.
When I was working retail in a technical environment I had a customer come in wanting to buy product X. Since I’ve always just wanted to help people I suggested product Y for its superior quality and longevity at a slightly higher cost. The customer started raging at me how dare I try to upsell him something he didn’t ask for. Other customers turning their head and all. He left fuming saying he’d go to another store.
A day later said customer came back into the store and I was already bracing myself. Turns out he compared the products on the website and read some reviews and realized I was right. He apologized and bought the product.
It was not really satisfying, just turning a negative into a neutral I guess.
They didn't have to come back and tell you you were right; could have just bought it elsewhere and avoided you (out of shame for their own ignorance) so I consider that a win at your end. You can totally own that!
Yes, and in my experience it rarely if ever has the "gotcha" moment of victory that one fantasizes about. Either it was something with low stakes and the response is just "oh okay", or it's something more emotionally charged and the opposing side will deflect, change the subject, pretend that you're agreeing with them or that they believed what was correct the whole time. It never seems to matter.
Many moons ago I was in a very heated argument that you could write a fully functional program in notepad.
I was trying to explain what COM files were, they just didn't understand enough about it.
That seems like an odd thing to argue against. Did they mean that it wasn't possible? Or wasn't a good idea? Or was this before scripting languages and the point was you needed a compiler? So many questions
Yeah to clarify their point they didn't believe me that it was possible to write executable code outside of an ordinary scripting language.
I mean, in any instance if you can write code with ed, i don't know why you couldn't with notepad.
I don't argue unless I am correct. So alot of the time I am able to successfully prove it in the moment, other times they find out on their own later. If I didn't know for sure, why would I argue? That just seems like pointless behaviour.
I mean, there are so many questions without a correct answer. That’s usually why you get into an argument in the first place.
One time my dad and I were in Mexico looking for some glue to fix a chair. So walking into town, I said we need to look for Kola Loka—spelled with Ks. My dad said "Nonsense! It would be spelled with Cs." Neither of us had seen how Krazy Glue is marketed in Spanish, but I could've put money on that spelling. I should've, because I was right dammit! And dad, who is a linguist, grudgingly admitted, "All right, I suppose you may have some linguistic talent too." It was the only time I ever won an argument with him over anything having to do with language.
Once when I was little my mom was yelling at me about something or other. In the heat of the moment she called me a son of a bitch, and I went "Oh?" with a single eyebrow raised over a smirk. She laughed, and that stopped the yelling.
Wait, does being funny enough to distract someone equal winning an argument? In my universe it does
