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Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts

Monday, December 22, 2014

I Can't Believe How Stupid My Smartphone Is.

Hey. Is the boss there?
Oh my God, where are you? Where have you been? Are you alright? Man the boss is going to kill you. She called in the cops and the FBI. Were you kidnapped? Did you go on the lamb after robbing a bank?
What? No. I just went to my scheduled 2PM appointment. Look, is the boss there?
What? You haven't been seen or heard from in days. How can you be at your appointment? Ooh, did you get abducted by aliens?
Yeah right, aliens are illegal. I heard that on the internet. What do you think I am, some kind of moran?
Well...
I'm not! Can I talk to the boss or not?
Not right now. She's on her way to meet with her lawyer and insurance agent. Why don't you tell me what happened.
It's this stupid smartphone you guys gave me.
The stupid smartphone we gave you made you disappear for three days? What, did you discover Candy Crush?
No. I just typed in the address for my next appointment, and then followed the directions.
It was fifteen minutes from your previous appointment. Did you walk? No, even that wouldn't take three days. Did you pull the van? Did you dismantle the van, carry the pieces over and reassemble it?
NO! I just drove.
For three days?
Yes.


We've been calling you nonstop.
I can't talk on my phone while I'm driving. It's against the law.
Ugh. You couldn't have been driving the whole time, didn't you ever stop?
Yes, I stopped at five every day. I was told; no overtime.
Why didn't you answer your phone then? We called you a hundreds of times.
Hey, after five, it's me time. I don't answer the work phone when I'm off. I leave my work at work.
You are so stupid. So where are you?
At the address! And now nobody is here. And it's snowing and I'm cold.
It's snowing?!
Yes.
Are you sure that it's not just sand, and maybe you're just drunk again?
No. I know the difference. If you get sand in your underwear it itches, if you get snow in there, it makes your junk all cold and then melts and people think you wet yourself.
Why would you put snow down your pants?
D'uh! To see if it was itchy. It's not. On an unrelated note, my man parts are tingly.
Oh my gaw, too much info. You are stupid and strange man.
Abe thinks I'm plenty smart.
Abe is your lucky penny. He doesn't think anything.
He told me you were going to say that. You're just jealous.
Of what?
His shiny beard. 
Well, I have news for Abe and you. You are not a smart man. You are an idiot. Smart men don't get lost for three days when they're only supposed to be going across town.
I just did what the dummy-phone told me to do.
The smartphone told you to drive to where it was snowing?
No. Yes. I typed in the address. 1321 Elm Street, Avila Beach, California., and here I am.
It was probably just an algorithm. It couldn't find the address you were looking for because you typed in something wrong, or whatever, so it found the closest matching address through some complex algorithm. It happened to me one time, it gave me the directions to get to the McDonalds in London, England, but I had the good sense to ignore the map.
Algorithm? How does a map use rhythm to tell you where to go? I didn't even have the radio on. That's stupid. 
No. You're stupid. I take that back, you're looking up at stupid. You're in the basement of stupid. You are sub-stupid.
No, I'm not. I just might be a little lost. Go outside, and see if you can see me. I'm right under the sun. 
We're all under the sun. You're not near here, it doesn't snow here! EVER!
Well, I don't know what to tell you. I'm here and I'm freezing. Nobody is home, and I don't know what to do.
Look down at your phone. Where are you? What does it say on the address thingy?
I told you, 1321 Elm Street... Detroit, MI.
You're in Michigan?
Is Detroit in Michigan? 
Yes.
Then I guess so. Is that near where I'm supposed to be?
Close. You're only 2500 miles off. Give or take. Didn't you realize something was wrong when you had been driving for three days to something that was around the corner?
I thought maybe it was a shortcut.
I'm not entirely sure you know what a shortcut is. Never mind. Now we need to figure out how to get you home.  There's no way we can trust you to get back yourself. Maybe somebody can get you pointed back West. Can you ask somebody for directions or have them program our address in the map app on your smart phone?
No. I don't see anybody. Oh look, there's a guy. Hold on, I'll ask him. Hey mister. Are you done playing hockey? Strange, I don't even see a hockey rink around here. Anyways, can you help me with my phone? Just type in the the address for me. Oh I'm sorry. I didn't notice that you had a giant hook where your hand should be. Probably shouldn't play hockey with that thing, you could hurt somebody. It sure looks sharp. Oh I get it, you're not playing hockey, you must have been ice fishing and you were using that chainsaw to cut holes in the ice. Boy that chainsaw sure has seen it's better days, huh? Is that rust? What kind of lube are you using? It's all clotty and brown and icky. You should probably take that into the shop. You want me to come closer and see for myself? OK office, I got to go, this nice gentleman's going to show me how his chainsaw works, but then I'm sure he'll help me out.
-click- 
Man, we lose more plumbers that way.

Monday, January 30, 2012

A List Of Things That Make Me Feel Stupid.


The Sound and the Fury, by William Faulkner  Wait. What?! Caddy got married?! And then divorced? Did you read the same book I did?


Quantum Mechanics. What do you mean, time isn't constant?

Advanced Theological Principals. Do I have free will, or was I predestined to question predestination?

Sudoku. Screw this, I'm just gonna use zero. And some imaginary numbers. 

Oxford Philosophy Debates. Is that even a word? I might understand what you're saying, if I could understand what you're saying. 

Jazz. You mean, it's supposed to sound like that?

Taking A Journeyman Plumber Test. How many times am I allowed to fail this thing?

Reading Shakespeare. He must be talking about eating. No? Then, I don't have a clue. Sex? Really? 

Chess. Checkmate? Again? You just learned today? And you're seven? Give me back my horsey.

Buying A Car. Can't you just take the undercoating off? Your manager is gonna cut me a deal?

An Art Critic Describe A Jackson Pollack Painting. You mean, it's supposed to look like that?

Radiohead. You mean, they're supposed to sound like that?

Women. What?! You said you were fine. And that you didn't want to talk about it.

Crossword Puzzles. Does anyone really know how to spell the word for an ceremonial ancient Egyptian drinking vessel?

Geometry. I don't think you gave me enough information. Pi-R-Squared? What kind of pie?

That Part In Les Miserables Where Victor Hugo Went On A Political Diatribe. Eyes glazed over.

The Impressionists. I know opiates and dangerous amounts of heavy metals are bad for you. But still...

Long Division. Can't I just use a calculator? This is like, hard. And taking forever.

Punctuation. People, are beginning to talk. Im really bad at punctuat-ing. Maybe; I should get a book?

Henry Kissinger Discussing Cold War Foreign Policy. Selling guns to Panama stops socialism in Kenya?

Dennis Miller. I'm pretty sure he was a French existentialist philosopher. But why is that funny?

Multiplication. Which one is the multiplication symbol? Is it the dot or the x or the *? All of them?

Foreign Languages. What? I can't understand you. I said, WHAT? W-W-H-A-A-A-T-T?! It's like we're not even speaking the same language.

Scrabble. Get out of town!  I can't use Texas, but you can spell a letter? You can't spell a letter.

High School Teachers Discussing Moby Dick. It's not just a story about a whale?

Addition. Adding is easier in the summer. Sometimes those extra 12 toes help.

Tic-Tac-Toe. I think this game is rigged. My five year old always wins. 

Walking While Chewing Gum.  If I think about walking my gum falls out, if I think about my gum I end up in traffic.

Breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. In. In. (gasp) Dammit. Out. In. Out. Out. Out. (getting dizzy) In. Phew, that was a close one.