MAMA ALWAYS SAID, STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES
Many of you know that my job requires a great deal of travel. I feel fortunate to be able to say that I’ve visited 47 of our 50 states and 8 foreign countries. This by no means makes me a world traveler, but I do feel qualified to make the following statement: there are really stupid people everywhere.
Allow me to justify this callous remark.
I am currently in a small town in central Arkansas. Just moments ago I went out looking for somewhere to purchase Actifed. I pulled up to a convenience store, rolled down my window, and spoke to a young man who was just getting ready to enter the store. “Excuse me,” I said, “is there a pharmacy nearby?” He replied; “the farm and ranch coop is about a mile down on the left, but they close early on Saturdays.” Thinking that he simply did not hear me correctly, I said “I’m sorry, but I think you misunderstood me, I’m looking for somewhere to buy drugs.” He got a frightened look on his face, and without answering me, hurried into the store.
Ok…I’ll admit that perhaps I didn’t phrase that in the best way.
Another example. A couple of days ago I was in Rapid City, South Dakota; an area that relishes its wild-west roots. As I was getting ready to board my flight, I looked at my ticket and noticed that I had a window seat. Since I prefer an aisle seat I went up to the young lady standing behind the counter at my gate and ask what was available in coach. She replied that there were several places in Rapid City to book a stage coach ride or go horse-back riding, but that I would have to visit those places in person, as they were not able to book them at the airport.
I’m not making this up.
You’re thinking that I probably only run into this in rural America. Oh no, my friend. I’ve encountered this kind of rampant stupidity in none other than the Mecca of urban sophistication; New York City.
On a recent business trip to Manhattan, I needed to check out of my hotel about five hours before I had to be at the airport to catch my flight. I stopped a hotel worker in the hallway and ask them if there was somewhere in the hotel I could go to check my luggage. The response: “check it for what?”
You may think that your hometown is different, but I bet if you look long enough and hard enough, there’s a really stupid person appearing somewhere near you.
Now if only I were smart enough to figure out how to get the child proof cap off of this bottle of decongestant that I was able to buy.
Comments (11)
RYC: Thanks. : ) I’m just glad somebody actually understands what I say. Stupid people all over!
You have to get a child to do it. Only they know the secret to child-proof caps.
You don’t sound sick. The actifed must’ve worked fast. None of your words read snuffly.
Years ago I worked for the Kmart Corp, and we used to have some real prizewinners as customers. My favorite was the guy who returned an empty bottle of “Round-Up” and told us that they really needed to put a warning on the stuff, because it killed all the grass wherever he sprayed it.
You scored some pseude E ? Braggart !!
Sick to use actifed? Heh. *snort*
I’ve tried to move to the town with the least idiots per capita. After driving around MoPac, I realize I failed.
Well I don’t know where you come from, but where I’m from the locale farm and ranch coop is the best place to buy your drugs…I mean really they have everything a guy could possibly want or need! Thanks for the much needed laugh.
Are you kidding me? I work in a welfare office….every stupid person in the free world eventually walks through our doors!
This is why I’m a big fan of Bill Engvall’s “Here’s your sign” comedy. I seriously think the stupid people should be distinguished in some way. Not to lead to any kind of deportation or elimination, just so that the rest of us know what’s coming
I can’t count how many times I’ve said to myself or my husband, “Wow, people really are idiots.” Often I’ve suspected it, but stories like these confirm it!
Great post
LOL!!
We made a vacation trip to Hawaii in June. When my husband’s documents came from United Airlines, they had dropped the D from his first name, making Daniel Aniel. We had contacted our travel agent about it (3 times, I believe), and she had contacted United Airlines, who assured her that it would be no problem. We were able to check in and it did not bother the clerk that the names on my husband’s passport and his ticket did not match. Of course, she was totally incompetent. That should have tipped us off that confidence was foolish. When we got to the security checkpoint, the gentleman there would not let my husband go through. He said he could not, because Aniel would be showing up to claim his ticket. Of course, that gentelman appeared to be from somewhere in the Middle East and did not have a good command of English names. Anyway, it took half an hour to get the problem solved. The solution did not involve printing a new boarding pass with the correct name., however. On the trip home, we pointed the problem out to the clerk in Honolulu. She immediately printed a boarding pass with the correct name. It took 30 seconde. Fancy that!
Yes, stupid people everywhere.