working at on an airport runway must be hard on your ears.

I wonder if men who work on airport runways listen to their wives less. I mean in comparison to a man who works in a fabric shop, or as an accountant. Your day consists of blaring, screaming engines cutting the air into pieces, a constant ripping of decibels from taxi to takeoff to touchdown to clockout, by the time you get home you have to need silence. WRITTEN 03/03/2008