One summer evening a few years ago I was at a rooftop bar in DC; maybe Perry’s in Adams Morgan. I was talking with some guy who had a pretty good appreciation for himself. After some idle chat, he asked me what I did for a living. I asked him to guess.
Guy: “I’m pretty sure I can tell what you do.”
Kate: “You can? What’s that?”
Guy: “You’re a teacher.”
Kate: “Huh! A teacher! Why do you say that?”
Guy: “You’ve got that hungry look.”
Kate: “Hungry; wow. Hungry… And what do you do?”
Guy: “I’m a lawyer.”
Guy: “I’m right, right?”
*Update: apaprently I have posted this before, which means I am running out of memories. Hmm.