At every party Sheldon goes to, the conversation will stop and someone will say “Well, wait a minute… what does Sheldon think.”
Nobody says a word. Every eye is turned to Sheldon.
Sheldon looks at his watch and counts the seconds.
Five… ten…
Until the second hand makes a full turn around the face of his watch.
Usually, he’s got some kind of great insight.
Unlike others, Sheldon thinks before he speaks.
But once, he couldn’t come up with anything.
And the party became a riot. He was torn limb from limb.
Well, wait a minute… what do you think?