Fighting the Good Fight

Pipets in the trash bin. I think I won. Trash can equidistant. Me with the unfamiliar small volume low weight unpredictable tips. He with the 200 microliter "sure things". My ejector worn out from years of use. He with the ergonomically correct Rainin. Silence. Both of us calmly loading gels without acknowledging the other and simultaneously shooting the tips in without a sideways glance. I won. Some days I love my job.