get me out of here! (continued)

Downstairs from the unfortunate apartment where I presently live is a take-out restaurant that I patronize often enough that the guys there know me, know that I live upstairs and know my usual order. Today one of them asked me if I was "a professional student." I replied that I was actually a professor. The guy gestured toward the ceiling and replied, "Oh, I wouldn't have thought that a professor would be living in one of those apartments." To which I could only say, "Yes, I've wondered about that myself."