Homesickness.
Co-worker: In my Technology in Education class, we learned that within my daughters' lifetime, people will have chips implanted in their brains that let them read each other's thoughts. I don't think I'd want to read my husband's thoughts. Or have him read mine. Privacy!
Other Co-worker: Maybe pedophiles.
C-w: Oh yeah. *puts finger to temple* "Did you kidnap my daughter?" "Yes, I kidnapped your daughter."
Me: Tenser, said the Tensor.
C-w and OC-w: What?
Me: Nothing. It's from a book.
Not that I've ever READ that book, mind you. (Although I guess I should. Anyone want to lend me a copy?) But I'm guessing if I were in Madison, someone else would have made the joke first, and if they hadn't, someone would have got it. (In my head, Madison is a magical land where Lex is never more than twenty feet away from me.)
Other Co-worker: Maybe pedophiles.
C-w: Oh yeah. *puts finger to temple* "Did you kidnap my daughter?" "Yes, I kidnapped your daughter."
Me: Tenser, said the Tensor.
C-w and OC-w: What?
Me: Nothing. It's from a book.
Not that I've ever READ that book, mind you. (Although I guess I should. Anyone want to lend me a copy?) But I'm guessing if I were in Madison, someone else would have made the joke first, and if they hadn't, someone would have got it. (In my head, Madison is a magical land where Lex is never more than twenty feet away from me.)