Two tidbits of stupidity recently experienced on my vacation to New Mexico:
On The Plane
A large, southern-accented gentlemen, who quickly was categorized by myself and others around me as Know-It-All. We’re cruising at about 35,000 feet somewhere over the midwest. The guy sees a patch of long, smooth dark clouds beneath us that kind of look like a lake. He says to his companion and the unfortunate passenger on the other side of him: “I think that there’s a lake, the pilot says we’re flying at 35,000 feet, but oh, I don’t think so. I don’t think we’d be seeing a lake at 35,000 feet.” As if the pilot would lie about our altitude b/c anyone on board would care.
At Carlsbad Caverns
The lowest point of the caverns is about 750 feet beneath the surface. A somewhat dopey tourist couple is walking in front of us, and the husband turns to the wife and says “I do believe we’re near the equator down here.” My husband turns to me and says “What a f*ckhead.” Never has an insult like that rang more true.