Booty Call...of a sort

My department's chair is one of those professors who are really out of it - just about as eccentric as they get. He has a sweater for his tea kettle, snow chains for his shoes, a garage full of house plants because he doesn't believe in cars, a v-neck shirt made of terry cloth, and a house whose thermostat he sets to 50 degrees. Once, someone asked him what his hobbies were, and he answered, "reading Greek and Latin."

My school has this policy that it is not forbidden for a teacher to have a relationship with one of his or her students, BUT if he or she does, that teacher must first check in with the department chair to make sure it's okay. Imagine being that teacher and having to make a midnight call to this super-eccentric chair, to ask if you may get some ass tonight! What's even funnier is that I'm told this actually happened once, by a professor (whose name I don't know) who is pretty well-known and distinguished.