In my senior year I reluctantly took a required psychology course. The first day, the professor commented on each student’s major, trying to provoke a response. It was working – some students were becoming defensive. When it was my turn, I told him I was a music major.
“So,” asked my professor, “what does your father think of you wasting your education to study music?”
“He’s just thankful,” I shot back, “that I didn’t go into psychology.”