Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist: Part 513

Every morning Farid would appear in my office around ten o’clock to discuss how all my programs worked. He had one of those “Peter Sellers” accents (e.g. in the movie, The Party) and a voice that carried. Whenever we began our discussions you could hear doors slamming shut all the way down the hall. The branch head some 15 doors further down, asked me to close my door when in conference with Farid, but that proved to be of no avail.

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