“So… what do you do?”, he asks everyone. On every answer, he replies, “well, that’s fine and dandy. But it’s not exactly brain surgery, is it?
After a few rounds of mocking other people’s jobs, he encounters a skinny guy he knew as a kid. A new victim! he thinks.
But then the skinny guys quips, “nothing like a beer after a hard day’s work at the space center.” The brain surgeon pales.
“So what do you do?” the skinny guy asks.
“I’m a brain surgeon”.
“Sweet, but… it’s not exactly rocket science, is it?”