My advisor's wife is a playwrite. One of her plays is being performed at a theater in Chicago. Last night, a group of us from the lab went to see it (not my advisor, he had already been to see it). It was a drama about a mother and her grown twin children (a boy and a girl) over Thanksgiving weekend (very dysfunctional family, we are about to find out). The son has secretly married an older woman about a month ago and doesn't tell his mom about it until they arrive (surprise!). Mom decides at that moment to call the (single) chemistry teacher from school (she's a home-ec teacher) and invite him to Thanksgiving dinner (he had suggested they go out sometime). This leads to dialog in which the daughter (the rebel who drinks a lot and has sex with just about every male to cross her path) to say something like, "A chemistry teacher--how kinky! I bet there's a lot you could do with a beaker and a bunsen burner!"
We laugh. We are thinking, "This is probaby more amusing to us because we are scientists."
Then we think--
Our advisor is a scientist.
This is his wife's play.
You'll have to excuse me now, I'm helping my labmates bleach the glassware and order new bunsen burners.