Funny Story
At the lab, I've started working with another postdoc (not HPD, sadly) on a different project, so I've been really excited about coming to work the last few days. He's foreign, so he stumbles around his words a little bit, but mostly he's awesome and hilarious. We'll call him FPD, for foreign. And funny. Today, he had me fix slides with clear nail polish. Basically, they do this so they don't have to buy expensive fixing agents, can see the cells, and the cover slips won't be moving around the slide. Anyway, hilarity ensued:
[I am diligently fixing while HPD and FPD are talking]
FPD: I love working with girl undergrads!
(HPD makes eye contact with me, we both laugh)
HPD: Really, FPD?
FPD: Wait, oh, not like that! I just, you know, not like that! They're just so much better with the nail polish!
(HPD and I make eye contact again and keep laughing)
FPD: No! Really! They're always better at fixing the slides! Boys get nail polish all over everything, like buffoons!
HPD: (still laughing {probably at FPD's use of 'buffoons' in normal conversation}) It's okay FPD, we get it, we get it. We won't tell your wife.
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