Our Lamaze class included a tour of the pediatric wing of the hospital. When a new baby was brought into the nursery, all the women tried to guess its weight, but the guy standing next to me was the only male to venture a number.
“Looks like 9 pounds,” he offered confidently.
“This must not be your first,” I said.
“Oh, yes,” he said, “it’s my first.”
“Then how would you know the weight of a baby?” I asked.
He shrugged, “I’m a fisherman.”
People who go to conferences are the ones who shouldn’t.