This is more ignorant than stupid but my friend told me last night that “cooties” are a real species classification. Not just a nickname for lice but a real, distinct type of organism.
My friend is 43, so he has believed this for quite awhile.
After some Google searches, he finally had to admit that he was wrong.
I told him that if I was a mean friend, I would never let him live it down.
Last winter during a snow shower I went outside with a young co-worker. I was looking at snowflakes as they landed on my black coat when she asked what I was doing. I told her I was looking at the cool snowflakes. She took a look and exclaimed “I didn’t know they really looked like that!”. She thought decorative snowflake items were just symbols. :smack: But she gets points for knowing what symbols are. 
Uh,…what? This person thought time zones involved some sort of time travel vortex?
I guess stupid can be more complicated than we thought! 
I’ve mentioned my 2nd cousin in other threads. Actually, her mother is my cousin, so she’s my first cousin once removed (not removed enough). She’s probably about 60 now, and her stupidity has been a constant throughout her life.
She thinks that all dogs are male and all cats are female. And after they have sex, the cat gives birth to a litter of puppies and kittens.
She also believes that Alaska and Hawaii are right off the coast of California. That’s where they were in a big map that was hanging in one of her childhood classrooms.
I thought this.
When I was six.
I swear sometimes I think people itt are making some of this stuff up.
‘Accepting it as a part of the world’ is very nicely put. There’s a special kind of person to whom the world is just this: a collection of things, that occasionally gets enlarged. There are no connections between them, and if there are, this connection is just added as a separate, new part. Nothing follows from anything; nothing is brought out by reasoning, as if they just never hit upon the idea that things in the world may be related, that some things are the way they are because of other things. Things just are the way they are in the sense of a brute fact.
Yeah, I recently got a similar email telling me that there was no internet access at the moment…
I once told the office idiot that we should set the whole world on one time zone, so 1:00 a.m. would be 1:00 a.m. everywhere. His response? Yes, but the people who sleep at 1:00 a.m. would be sleeping in the daytime. He was dead serious, thinking that people were set on doing certain things at certain times and could not adjust their hours.
Of course, the same guy make me take down an old calendar from a year that had the same setup as the current year cause “it’s too confusing.”
There is a recording floating around the 'net of a woman who calls into a radio station, and I’m certain it’s a whoosh. Some of my friends think it’s real.
She complains about those deer crossing signs. She says that they should put them somewhere else where there’s not so much traffic because all those deer crossing the street can be dangerous.
I think Gracie Allen did that bit.
One of my aunts came to visit and noticed we were putting the sunshield up in the parked car. She asked us how we could see where we going with that thing up there.
One of the ladies at my mom's retirement home got off their bus and went into a Chase bank, causing another lady to ask, "What kind of a medical building is that?"
I was in the gym sauna the other day. It probably runs around 140 or 150 F. A woman walked in and whispered, "Oh God, it's hot in here. WHooooo, it's so hot."
Well…yeah.
Last week I had a discussion where the other party wanted to know what Standard Time it is in California when it’s 3:00 PM Daylight Time here (East coast). We went around four or five times before this person lapsed into silence; I’m still not sure I was understood.
Thanks. Your further description is exactly how she was. My dad is kind of like that, too. He never thinks deeper into anything, never turns anything over to examine it, and never seems to have a moment of introspection.
But, y’know, I think I’d be happier that way. Wish there was a way you could just try it out for a month or two.
A friend refers to people like that as “unburdened by self-reflection”.
I had a friend who referred to people like that has living the perfect Zen life, always living in the moment. I have a Zen cat, he goes to sleep with his face in the water bowl. Its good that people and critters like that are living today, I don’t think they would have survived very long 100 years ago.
A while back, I went to a crystal party and ordered some salt and pepper shakers. I had a couple of male, Marine recon friends over when they arrived in the mail, so I showed them off.
One of them admired the clear glass salt and pepper shakers and then asked how I would be able to tell which was which because they just had flowers engraved on the glass and didn’t say “Salt” or “Pepper”. The other one scoffed at him and told him that you could always tell the difference because salt shakers have bigger holes than pepper shakers.
I have had car sunshields that actually had disclaimer labels that said something to the effect of:
“Sunshield is not transparent. Please remove from windshield before driving.”
Years and years ago, a friend and I bought an electric barbecue starter from a Canadian Tire store — a U-shaped electric element that plugged into a power outlet.
As my friend removed the thing from its box, a warranty card fluttered out, landing on the grass.
I picked it up. Inside the honest-to-god gold-print swirls running around the outside of the card, with WARRANTY printed at the top, it said, “Due to the nature of this product, there is no warranty.”
The last time I was gun shopping, most of the guns had big bright warning stickers that said “Warning, operation could cause injury or death.” When I asked the clerk why I would be interested in a gun that didn’t do that, he put stickers on the rest of the guns and told me that at that time, only certain makers wanted to be sure that people knew what guns could do.
My ceiling fan brush came with a warning that I should turn the fan off before use. Well, dang, I bought it with the full intention of chasing my moving ceiling fan around while batting at it with the brush.
Say goodnight, picunurse.