So there I am, labcoated up, the Bunsen in front of me, the gas tap on and the match actually on the verge of striking, when this hairy arm reaches in front of me to get something from the top shelf. For the briefest of moments there was a gargantuan inner struggle, and I didn't send a blue-hot flame into this muppet's forearm.
It was a close run thing, though.
I turned off the gas, and quite calmly, in my best "five minutes to launch and counting"-type voice, I said,
"That was really dumb."
Never mind the utter lack of respect this displays, what about the lack of survival instinct? I shouldn't really be surprised; this is the same muppet who I caught playing with the autoclave. And who, earlier that same day, I saw coming out of the gents still wearing latex gloves.
It's him or me, I swear.
Comments
Gargantuan inner struggles are tough. I usually have to stop myself from calling people names - I wished, just for a moment, that I had fire at my disposal.
Posted by: Katie | October 26, 2008 01:06 AM
Yeah. Do you want to borrow my axe after KH has finished with it?
Posted by: bk | October 26, 2008 10:34 AM
Evolution's a bitch. Next time let it open the autoclave and *then* set it on fire...
Posted by: tideliar | October 26, 2008 11:12 AM
BK, for a biologist, you don't show much respect for "survival of the fittest". I beg of you, stop protecting the muppet: it's only natural that it should die before it breeds.
Posted by: bill | October 28, 2008 04:19 AM
Coming out of the loo with latex gloves on? I would hazard that this is a Grade II 'posh wank'.
Posted by: Nige | November 1, 2008 12:00 AM