An old Irish curse goes: May the devil make a ladder of your backbones while picking apples in the garden of hell. If you’d rather offer someone a friendlier wish, try May angels bless your sleep with the smell of apple pies. This is part of a...
ladder people n.pl.— «In this working-class town built by immigrants from Europe generations ago, some locals have taken to calling the latest arrivals from overseas “the ladder people,” for the cranes and ladders on the utility trucks they drive...