How much stupid can you tolerate?

Inspired by Zohrbak’s posting about stupid people here’s my slant on the situation:

There seem to be a lot of stupid people popping up in my human experience right now.  For whatever reason (maybe I’m just as stupid myself) I keep running into them and it’s starting to actually get me down. The occasional incident of human stupidity you can simply shrug off – but when it starts to occur on what seems to be a continuous basis you begin to ask yourself: How much more stupid can you tolerate?

Here is just one of many examples:

Last week I took my cat to the vet for a ton of injections and then before I left the office, I paid the ginormous vet bill.  A few days later I got a letter asking for payment of the ginormous vet bill and reminding me that if I didn’t quickly pay the ginormous vet bill I would soon be getting charged some ginormous interest. So I called the vet to see what was up.  

Me: Hey I’m calling about a vet bill

Stupid: What is your last name?

Me: Kerley

Stupid (in an irritated tone): No! What is your last name?

Me: Erm. That would be Kerley.

Does Kerley sound like a first name to you? Maybe in rural Missouri? I’ve no idea. And it just went on in that vein for a full twenty minutes ending with the receptionist saying she would look for my payment and possibly get back to me… Look for my payment? Did you mistakenly let it fall inbetween the cracks of the waiting room sofa? Wha?

It’s this level of stupid makes me want to cower in the corner. 

So this incident in isolation isn’t going to send you over the edge but when you combine it with the seventy other stupids I’ve come across this week it starts to erk.

Like the bus driver who blew through a red light this morning and then gesticulated at me as I swerved out of the way to avoid hitting him.

Also my esteemed colleagues who leave the disposable/flushable toilet seat covers languishing on the toilet seat after they have used them.  Really? You expect/want someone else to handle the tissue you just used to seat your naked and possibly germy butt upon before they can have their own toilet experience?

I feel like holding a meeting in a large room, sitting all these people down and just trying to explain…

But they probably wouldn’t get it… because they are stupid.

A warmed toilet seat

So what do y’all think about the warming of a toilet seat?

Personally I hate to sit on a toasty toilet seat – it makes me think of the last person who made it that warm way rubbing their germy bottom all over mine.  And yes there are disposable loo seat covers you can use but I’m from England – we don’t roll that way. Plus – I’m more paranoid than most about my carbon footprint and I feel Guilty Enough that I don’t print my work double-sided (my brain can’t deal with it.) So my reasoning is that maybe if I don’t use the loo seat covers, that will make up for the single sheet printing…

In Roald Dahl’s book ‘Boy’ all about his awful childhood English boarding school experiences, he describes how the younger pupils would be bullied into warming the toilet seat for the older boys.  Like someone warming your loo seat with their arse is something to be enjoyed? Yuk. I’d rather take it freshly cold – even if it was so cold my butt froze to the seat.  But that’s just me.

A little less unpleasant – but still just not at all nice – is sitting in someone else’s freshly warmed car seat or any kind of seat that has been warmed but the heat of someone else’s buttocks. It reeks of the feeling that someone else has ‘been’ were you are now ‘being.’  And if it’s a warmed toilet seat you can probably bet that someone else has been there indeed – probably for a significant amount of time. 

Gross.

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