Stem Sells!
Today, rather than doing actual work, I went to a stem cell symposium at UCSF. We arrived an hour late because I trusted the directions of a coworker, who claimed she had "spent all day looking at the directions on the website so we wouldn't get lost." Naturally, this was not the case. Of course, I had planned an alternate and more direct route, but she was certain of her research. So, after going north instead of south on a bus we didn't have to take, we retraced our steps and finally arrived at the symposium, which, honestly, we weren't even registered to attend. Luckily, she was sufficiently punished when a morbidly obese man who smelled of soiled diapers (literally, I thought there was a baby aboard at first) sat next to her for about 15 minutes.
Anyway, that's not truly the point of this story, though it is amusing. Actually, the event I found far more hilarious was when the lectures had ended and I went to the rest room, there were two men in full business suits standing next to each other in the urinal. The shorter one said, "You really wanted the lectures to end on time, didn't you?"
In response, the taller man rips out a massively Irish brogue, "When dere's free booze to be 'ad, ye bet yer arse!"
Oh, Irishmen, even in three-piece suits, they never forget what's really important.
Anyway, that's not truly the point of this story, though it is amusing. Actually, the event I found far more hilarious was when the lectures had ended and I went to the rest room, there were two men in full business suits standing next to each other in the urinal. The shorter one said, "You really wanted the lectures to end on time, didn't you?"
In response, the taller man rips out a massively Irish brogue, "When dere's free booze to be 'ad, ye bet yer arse!"
Oh, Irishmen, even in three-piece suits, they never forget what's really important.