In addition to being the best pharmacist ever, I also spend one day a week working at the hospital’s I.T. department across town.  I really dig my I.T. days, because at lunchtime, I can get me some tasty Taco Bell goodness.

Today at lunchtime, Karen, Sherril, Michelle, and I climbed into the Facepuncher 2000, and we made our weekly run for the border.  After lunch, I was driving back to work with my tires squealing and flames shooting out of the exhaust.

Conversation ensued…

Sherril: Michelle, I swear sometimes you have ass burgers!

Michelle: Yeah, sometimes I think so, too.  My neighbor actually has a son with ass burgers.

Sherril: You know who I think really has ass burgers?  The receptionist at work.

Michelle: I know… the way she just sits there and stares at you…

Me: What the HELL?!

Then they explained.  Asperger Syndrome.

People with Asperger’s have limited social skills, lack of empathy, and they’re physically clumsy.  Me, basically.

Anyhow, it’s nice to see that good old Hans Asperger put lots of forethought into naming this disease.  As a scientist, it’s awesome to finally get a disorder named after yourself, but is it really a good idea to label the person with the debilitating social disease as an “ass burger”?  Hilarious, maybe;  just not the smartest idea.