Gee, I didn't know you were that messed up . . .
. . that you'd be attracted to a degree in Psychology.
OK, low blow, yes I know - but I'll never forget one day back in the early days of the original IBM PC XT and it's clones. I had a psychologist / family councilor (in her mid 30s, I think) referred to me because she needed word processing for a project.
I gave her a demo. She was almost hysterical. She was so afraid of the machine she could barely touch it, hell, she could barely look at it.
Meanwhile, her mother, who had come along, was sitting out in the front room trying very very hard (but not entirely succesfully) to not crack up over her poor daughter's plight. Every once in a while she'd pipe up with words of encouragement, "Pay attention, dear, you need this. It's not going to bite you".
