So the latest Nobel Prize is for sterling work in Quantum Entanglement. Quantum Entanglement you say, that’s rocket scientist stuff. Not so much.
Many moons ago I was with my erstwhile training partner Willy touring the Philippines looking for enlightenment on methods for beating people with sticks. We took a break from borderline psychopathy for dating. The local hotties favour White males due their well stuffed wallets. We came upon a pair of colour blind twins with a colour blind mother so how could I resist an experiment in Quantum Entanglement. It went like this.
The twins were too poor to have nice panties so I purchased a two pack where one was blue and one was red. The twins, and their mother, being colour blind saw them only as grey but the twins were thrilled to get to wear something that wasn’t Ukay-Ukay. So the experiment was on.
We performed our Entanglement measurement by each taking a twin to separate restaurants. The race was on to see who could collapse the probability function by finding out the colour of the panty first and report by text to get a time stamp. I’ll spare you the sordid details.
But wait you say, that can’t be Quantum Entanglement. Oh yes it is. That’s why giving a Nobel Prize for investigating Quantum Entanglement is even more absurd than my story.