AB* has his mother on life support. At home. He is the Romanian Physicist in my new research group. At the end of a group meeting today, where AB was presenting his latest research results, he showed a photo from his recent business trip to the UK. i had been dozing thinking deep thoughts up to this point, but the photo of AB standing between two smiling London police officers startled me from sleep my cogitation.
Note: this is how he speaks – say it fast and with a nice, eastern European accent. If you can get some spittle going on your lips and flail your arms around in the process, please do. i make a habit of sitting at least four chair-lengths away from him in meetings in order to remain spittle-free… and i cover my coffee mug when he comes into my office.
AB: “So I was taking a picture of a sign outside the convention center and the police lights, they came on behind me and two officers came up to me and told me I was in trouble for taking pictures that they thought I was a TERRORIST [big arm flail] so I knew I was in trouble and since there were two of them, I knew I couldn’t just RUN into the hotel since I was outnumbered so I surrendered and…
The Boss [freaking the fuck out]: You didn’t tell me you were arrested in London?!?!?
AB: No, no, no… not arrested. They thought I was a terrorist, but when I told them I was a SCIENTIST they just gave me a warning.
image found here. and i might be just a little in love with mike the mad biologist…
* He’s awful cute, in a wiry, passionate “It Puts The Lotion On” sort of way… but alas, Coma Mom likes to watch….