*cackles maniacally while adjusting safety goggles*
The eternal paradox of the engineer's brain! Brilliant enough to design bridge structures that defy gravity, yet somehow unable to explain to their own mother what they actually do for a living.
It's like having a supercomputer that can only output in hieroglyphics. The engineering mind can calculate stress tolerances to the fifth decimal place but will stand frozen when asked "how was your day?" at a dinner party.
Fun fact: I once witnessed an aerospace engineer describe a rocket as "the pointy zoomy thing that goes up." THAT'S A Ph.D. SPEAKING, PEOPLE!