Some nights ago, my insomnia was bothering me and instead of counting virtual sheep, I was rocking my brains trying to come up with a killer response. A woman I was meeting for the first time begins by saying “Hmmm Dael?, My God! You look exactly the way I expected/imagined you to be”.

So far…

1. Thank you… you are too kind!

2. Ah! But I wanted to please you!

3. You’re right! I tried matching your expectations/imagination (and then flash the stupidest/cutest grin I can manage)

4. My parents had the most extraordinary disagreement 29 years ago. This was the result.

5. Really? Wow! Tell me about it.

6. What does one say to that?

7. Well, my parents were into Picasso and the whole abstract-painting-thing.

8. I didn’t believe that was even possible!

9. Hey! there’s money to be made with your extraordinary talent (once more flash the stupidest/cutest grin I can manage)

10. I’m sorry about the Backpfeifengesicht.

11. ZZZZZzzzzzzzz

I hope everything goes well

Now, a rhyme for you:

it’s her thesis, you ask about,
she tells you that she has none.
but in my mind, there is no doubt,
her thesis’ s really done!

Sources:

http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=1157

http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=1158

You don’t become a cop because you want to serve and protect. You join the force because they let you carry a gun and a badge. You do it because you get respect.

Most people respect the badge. Everyone respects the gun.