Biologists tend to get themselves a bad name. Granted, we don't suffer the same degree of stereoptyping as the average chemist or physicist, and we'd probably get away scott-free if it wasn't for people like those sat by the water cooler in the refectory. However when you overhear snippets of conversation like this as you stop at the hydration facilities for a cup of H20, you have to wonder...
"I just don't know how to tell him. It's a difficult situation. The thing is I'm going to have to say something, it's driving me mad," desperately explained the young woman.
"Well, I know it's a bit awkward, but if that's how you feel, you have to let him know!" suggested the concerned-looking male friend.
"I know, I know," she sighed, with her head in her hands, "you're right, I can't keep this inside."
"He'll understand, these sort of things happen when you start crossing wild-type Drosophila with the white-eyed mutants..."
Fruit flies?! They were talking about fruit flies, over lunch, as if they were discussing a marital breakdown or a case of ever-burning-unrequited-adoration!
I'll just be getting back to my report on the affect of light intensity on Pisum sativum then - the forefront of scientific research in the 21st century. Or I could watch another episode of Friends...
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