So, I'm walking down the main stairs in my department's building, recapping the night in a loud, too-many-glasses-of-free-booze voice, following a dinner function at school:
"You'd think an elitist private univiersity could afford a decent fucking chef."
And who should pass me and the future Dr. Mrs. Dr. PGS on the stairs? The dean, coming from the same crappy dinner.
I can't believe how awesome I am.