Yesterday afternoon I was walking around campus in my usual “I’m in a big hurry, people, move aside” way when a woman asked me which building was the math building. She repeated it and said “you know, math”. I had .5 nasty things to say back because she repeated the question so fast and emphasized math so much that I think she took me for a complete idiot. A complete idiot who pointed her in the right direction.
I really think if I showed up to my Wednesday night class drunk, the professor would ask me if I still had booze left in my flask. Oh how I love my loopy Wednesday night class. The professor actually had a riff on this old saying: “wrong emPHAsis on the wrong sylLAble” and I snickered. The teeny tiny woman in the teeny tiny house who drinks wine while she cooks snickered too. I think we were the only ones who did.