Comeuppance: Did It Happen...?.

So the other week when I dropped off that offprint of mine to the asshole Egyptologist, I dropped one off to the nice Egyptologist first.

Actually, I went to the departmental office looking for their mailboxes, and the administrator there told me that the nice Egyptologist was actually in her office, and the asshole maybe in his, so I should try there first.

So, I went to the nice Egyptologist's office first and the door was slightly ajar, and when I knocked she opened it, and I could see a bunch of faculty members in the meeting, including this short bearded white guy who leered up at me as I said hello and handed her the offprint and apologized for interrupting.

In retrospect, I think that the guy there was the asshole Egptologist, and he was checking me out.

First of all, I had just got a haircut, and I was dressed well, so I did look good.

Second of all, the guy is gay, and I heard that he had had this really fucked up relationship with the specialist librarian for his department, where they were a repulsive couple who hated each other and argued all the time but kept together since no one else would sleep with them, at least until the librarian died a few years ago and he was left alone.

If that was the case, that would be delicious:

He leers at me, wants me, and then puts two-and-two together when he sees the offprint that I left for him, that the hot guy he wanted was the one who gave him a big "fuck you" in publication by using him as an example of how not to dabble in linguistics.

At least, that's my fantasy of comeuppance.  The guy is a total tw*t. (and I don't mean twit).