They are you know, and that’s not just me foot-stomping and getting mad at the car in front of me who just sat through a green light texting.
Years ago I was having a conversation with a dim, dangerous man named Troy. I’d ended up as Troy’s supervisor on the construction project, because I was smarter, and Troy didn’t like it because he was older. Troy was quick to anger and carried a knife, so most discussions with him were best handled delicately.
Troy said, “You think I’m stupid!”
“No!” I lied as sincerely as I could.
“Well let me tell you something smart-boy, they gave me an IQ test in the Army and I scored 86. How about that!”
Obviously Troy didn’t know that IQ tests aren’t on a 100 point scale or that 86 is not too far above the handicapped line. And I sure as hell wasn’t going…