I recently attended a conference on "Art and the Hypothetical Tendency for The Universe to Attain a State of Maximum Homogeneity in Which All Matter is at a Uniform Temperature, e.g., Heat Death." The symposium was as boring as the name suggested. The only redeeming feature of the event was the enigmatic sign "Stiletto Heel Must Not Be Worn In The Dining Room."
The institution's dining hall matron explained thusly: "You get these kids dancing on the tables and they're never the same again."
It wasn't until much later that I wondered if "they" were students or tables.
