Ding ding ding, I think we have a winner!

Let's break it down for one scenario.

You're in your late 30's or early '40s. Things between you and your spouse have gotten a little old, maybe boring, and the love life isn't what it used to be. There's no time to talk anymore, and when you can, it's "did the boy take a poop today?" or "is the kid's nose still running?" You know, basically no intelligent or stimulating conversation.

So you see this flier "Pondboss conference 2009
"Come for the Lepomis sexing, stay for the otolith dissection."

You are on it like a cheap suit.


Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."