Shoo fly, don’t bother me

A professor once told me the following joke:

Three Peace Corps Volunteers of varying time in their service walk into a bar and order beer. The first, recently sworn in, has a fly land in his beer and asks for another. The second volunteer, a year into his service, has the same happen but just takes the fly out and drinks up. The third volunteer, nearing the end of his service, sees the fly in his beer bottle and says, “Hey, protein!” After tonight’s adventure in cooking I fit squarely (albeit prematurely) in line with the second volunteer.

Here’s why…I found a fly in my pasta while it was boiling, pulled it out and continued as if nothing had happened. My name is Tim and I am a Peace Corps Volunteer.