I worked in a lab back in college. One day I was paired with a PhD mentor, presumably to teach me to be a better scientist. We went to the liquid nitrogen room and my mentor handed me the hose to the pressure tanks.
“Okay, open her up,” she said, squatting down with a bucket to catch the spray of liquid nitrogen.
“Um… Are you sure?”
She nods. “Full blast.”
“It looks a little dangerous,” I said.
“Give it to me.”
I hesitated, pausing just long enough for her to reconsider her life choices. “If you’re sure.”
A snort. “I have a PhD…”
I shrugged. “Okay…”
I gave it to her…
After we finished chiseling off the ice from her sweater, she suggested we swap. I took a look at the hose, the bucket, and her frostbitten sweater and slowly, slowly… backed away.
Some people are brilliant at one thing, but life skills/common sense/self-preservation? Eh…
The characters in Love in a Time of Monsters are excellent at what they do:
Cat is an exceptional hunter. Not the best at saying no to drugs or paying the rent.
Liam is a bright young killer, but his romance skills can use some work. And he is, at times… a dick.
Rob is a great writer, pianist, and automaton maker (wow. I really laid that on thick) except he’s an awkward bean around girls.
And I, dear friends, well… you know about me;)
I just mis-measured my waffle batter and now I have 20 gigantic waffles. When the recipe calls for 2 cups of flour and you use the entire bag, you’re going to have a lot of freaking waffles.
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