Feb 26
The Crazy Professor
A few weeks ago I joined my Mom to a classical concert in the Concertbuilding in Amsterdam.
Yeah, STFU! I do have the cultural gene as well!
I ran into one of the professors I used to work for at my former department at the medical center. He’s also a friend of my current boss. I’ve known him for over 14 years. He’s currently working as the director of the Dutch Blood Bank. About 2 years ago he started working at our department on Thursday’s to do some additional research. At that time I started working for him again, on those Thursdays.
Anyway, he passed us by to get his coat to the wardrobe, and then came back, accompanied by his wife.
Former Boss: “Hi! Good to see you here”
*turning to his wife*
Former Boss: “You remember DB, don’t you?”
Former Boss Wife: “Yes, I do. Good to see you again, DB!”
DutchBitch: “Good to see you again too“
*turning to my Mom*
DutchBitch: “This is my Mother. Mom this is Prof. X and this is Y, his wife“
Former Boss: “Pleased to meet you. I am one of your daughters very content and happy customers”
Former Boss Wife and My Mother: *blankest stare EVER recorded*
There is something nasty about one of your (former) bosses saying he’s “one of your very content and happy customers” in the presence of your mother and his own wife…
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