Adding "...at the Met" to anything should make it instantly classier:

• I was eating a six-pack of Cinnabons...at the Met.
• I had a job interview in the afternoon, but I hadn't showered in a couple days; so I scrubbed down with some paper towels and hand sanitizer in a public bathroom...at the Met.
• For some reason, I noticed a lot of red lint the last time I cleaned out my belly button...at the Met.

See?

And, mathematically speaking, highbrow art + lowbrow comedy should be at least middlebrow cultural fare.

So, why do I feel so dirty when I laugh and laugh and laugh at this?