You may or may not know this about me, but I have some serious issues with science. Like, I hate it from time to time.
Way back in 2001 one of my Italian 201 classmates, who was lamenting the fact that her legs always got wet in rainstorms, no matter what angle she held her umbrella, once said, "can't science FIX that?"
Those words have stuck with me, and I am forever getting mad at science for not getting smart enough to make life easier for me.
Like, are you one of those people who smells a smell and gets disgusted by the smell and gets all angry at the smell and then, because of SCIENCE, that smell stays with you all day and won't leave your nose ever and then you want to throw up all the time and then you start thinking that maybe you are going crazy or something might be wrong with your brain, but then you're like, NO, I'm not crazy, SCIENCE is forcing me to smell this smell all the time, and FUCK SCIENCE?
Anyway, an entire jar of kalamata olives got dumped into my purse on the way to work, and I had to smell the smell all day and was afraid all my students would go home after their first day in my class and say, "Man, my teacher smells like OLIVES." And they were one of the four foods I could actually eat, and now I can't eat them anymore AND I had to throw my favorite purse away.
The purse I always get compliments on.
Talk about a tragic day.