I’m standing at the computer, trying to reset the oxygen values so that the computer is accurate recording the 100% oxygen rate of the respiring tissue we’ve got spinning around in the pre-prepared buffer. My new lab partner (we change every two days) comes bounding up behind me and puts something on to the desk with force.
I glace over at the desk.
I jump.
I turn around and face him. He looks very pleased with himself.
I say in my poshest voice “Please don’t slap your testicles on the desk so hard.”
Most of the room turns around, wondering why we’re both on our knees laughing.
Today, my new lab partner and I spent the morning playing with rat’s testicles.
I glace over at the desk.
I jump.
I turn around and face him. He looks very pleased with himself.
I say in my poshest voice “Please don’t slap your testicles on the desk so hard.”
Most of the room turns around, wondering why we’re both on our knees laughing.
Today, my new lab partner and I spent the morning playing with rat’s testicles.