Who asks the questions?

A few months ago I told the story of the crotchety old pathologists who attend the thursday morning autopsy conferences and whose sole purpose in coming seems to be attempting to trip up the presenter by asking them incredibly random, obscure questions. In one such presentation, when I posed a rhetorical question to the audience, one of the dudes said to me, "I ASK THE QUESTIONS!" in a very condescending tone.

Since then, that has been a running joke among my path friends. "Hey, do you know what time the lecture starts?" "Fiona, I ASK THE QUESTIONS!" "What restaurant are we meeting at?" "Hey, I ASK THE QUESTIONS. Is that not clear?" Patty and Tracy recently presented me with this amazing t-shirt. Now there will be no more confusion.