When someone walks into your kitchen, sees an ehrlenmeyer flask spinning away on a cigar box stir plate, looks at you and says "what the hell are you doing?"
My basement has a couple carboys of failbeer I haven't emptied out yet along with miscellaneous tubing and wiring projects (built a temp controller, which looks way sketchier than it is.)
Was having a fridge delivered for a keezer. Two delivery bros step into the basement. Bro 1 looks immediately, massively sketched out and I brace myself to do some fast talking. Bro 2's eyes light up. "Dude is that beer? Is the freezer for kegs? Siiiiiiiick."