Dear Captain AssClown,
When you ask me why I do something for my job a certain way - in this case, work from printed drawings rather than electronic files - and then roll your eyes at my answer, it doesn't matter that your mouth SAYS you don't think I'm stupid, because your facial expressions and body language overrule it.
For the record, I'd LOVE to see you try to compare two disparate sets of floor plans - one C sized and the other D sized - on a 17" laptop screen without wanting to stab kittens. Knock yourself out, Sparky, I've got a cocktail and a comfy chair for the show.
In the mean time, kiss my shiny, fat, white ass. This is why you never get laid...at least, not by me.