my joy is your angst
i feel bad for computing services guy. you know the one. the bad cop in the downstairs computing lab, who routinely must remind me “there is no eating or drinking in the lab,” when he hears a deafening candy wrapper crinkle.
my favorite part of IMG meetings is waiting for the Collective Crinkle, i.e. the ten seconds after the first presentation, during which everyone in the room crushes their sandwich wrappers into neat little balls at the same time, right after the speaker has finished. so polite, you money managers. bravo.