How do you spell stupid? W-A-S-P:

            I was hammering something on the workbench when a wasp simply strolled across the bench in front of me. Did he think I had forgotten all the sharp pains and swollen flesh I had endured from those evil insects? Did he think that hammer in my hand could only be used to drive nails? If that’s what he thought then he was stupid.

In the realm of one’s knowledge:

            I once worked with a woman who had been raised by a widowed mother, had never married, and didn’t really like men all that much. One morning as I was going over some business matter with her, she kept looking up at me and finally said, “You’ve got toothpaste on your earlobe.” My first thought was, “Did I brush my ear instead of my teeth?” It was possible. I reached up and tugged at my ear, looked at my fingers. A trace of dried foam showed up – shaving cream. I guess she simply had no knowledge or experience with our daily ritual of sacrificing our whiskers to the grooming gods.

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