I went down to get a haircut at a cheap hair salon, looked at the line and decided it was worth paying more to avoid standing in line (typical American, eh?).
So there I am, sitting in a chair with a beautiful woman with a sharp instrument hovering over me and I'm thinking about the fact that I'm paying three times as much as the other place so this had better be good. While I'm thinking about this, the conversation mysteriously turned to the topic of spiders and snakes. I mentioned that a friend of mine, an amateur herpetologist (they study reptiles and amphibians - get your mind out my gutter), had terrible arachnophobia. I went on to mention that I had read an article that herpetologists are more likely to be arachnophobes than the general population. I thought that was a bit odd. She replied that it didn't seem so strange to her because spiders and snakes are basically the same thing.
"Oh, really? How do you mean?"
I assumed she was going to get philosophical and mention how they are both basically reviled in popular culture or something like that. Uh, no. She went a totally different direction.
"They're both amphibians."
I kept a straight face. Whirling blades of death were scant inches from my neck. Prudence seemed the best course of action.