I have just shown up to model for a life drawing class that has more than one instructor milling around. Instructor #1 tells me to start doing thirty-second poses, so I do. Once I've begun, Instructor #2 suddenly looks up from the drawings he's critiquing and notices I'm there. Note that this particular school is pretty informal, unlike some where there's a No Talking to the Model Unless Absolutely Necessary rule.
Instructor #2: Oh hi, Meredith! I didn't mean to ignore you. For some reason I totally didn't see you there until you started posing.
Me [voice somewhat muffled because I'm in a hunched-over pose with my chin on my chest]: My theory is that I'm so freakishly pale that the moment I disrobed, the blinding beams of light reflecting off my skin caught your attention.
Instructor #2: Yes! That's clearly what it is. Thank you for coming up with an explanation that doesn't just make me sound rude and oblivious.
Me [still hunched over, still muffled]: SCIENCE!!!!
Random student: *Guffaws*
My life is awesome.
