Chicken Shack, Mail Sack

I find humankind to be divided between the stupid, and the intelligent with a number of humans to be floating somewhere in between, sort of like free electrons drawn to whatever looks shiny. I know that at times I am stuck between smart and stupid, but I like to think that most of the time I drift towards smart. It’s when I have to deal with the bunch mired firmly in the stupid camp that I am driven crazy. Saturday we ordered chicken from Harold’s Chicken Shack. Mark ordered on line, and put in the special request space the words, “Please include some ketchup.” Well, an hour later our chicken arrived. It was smothered with ketchup. Not only the chicken, but the fries and bread were also completely covered in ketchup. How goddamned stupid do you have to be to not figure out that Mark wanted ketchup on the side?

So that was Saturday’s stupid. On Sunday one of our tenants called and told me that nobody had received mail for over a week. Mr. ‘O’, our Korean mailman had struck again. Mark and I put our mail on hold before going to Chicago. We made a point of telling the people at the post office that Mr. ‘O’ does not understand English, and he needs to be told not to hold all the mail for the entire building. Either they didn’t tell him that, or he is so goddamned stupid…..  wait a minute, let me catch my breath here.

Okay now let me go on. I guess we need people like that to show us just how brilliant we are. I just hope we brilliant people are at least marginally in the majority.