Yesterday, I discovered yet again, that stupidity cannot be eradicated.

I live in a small southern town, and all cliches aside, I have come to believe that the majority of the idiots in the world live in a 10 mile radius of my house...and at least one lives under my own roof.

Occasionally, just for giggles, I enter a fast food drive thru knowing in advance that I will wait for the cashier to give me the total and flash a $20.00 bill. Then, after that gets punched into the computer, I dig up the change. I have yet to encounter a single employee under the age of oh, say 30, that can do the math in his or her head and hand me the correct amount of paper money. But yesterday took the prize as far as I am concerned. My little bulldog has an extreme fondness for chicken McNuggets...so I dropped by to get him a few. Deuce (the bulldog) needs to watch his manly figure, so I didn't want too many. I saw on the menu that you
could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half
dozen nuggets. "We don't have half dozen nuggets," said the teenager at
the counter. "You don't?" I replied. "We only have six, nine, or twelve,"
was the reply. "So I can't order a half dozen nuggets, but I can order
six?" "That's right." So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets. Thank God I don't have to make my living teaching high school math.

The stupid factor wasn't thru with me for the day, however. I sent my idiot son to the vet with the bulldog to get his allergy shot. When they arrived home, I heard the most horrible screeching sound as they came in the door. All I could think as I ran down the steps was that Deuce had sunk his teeth into a squirrel or rabbit and it was squealing. But when I reached the kitchen I discovered with horror that the sound was coming from my own dog. Seems my 20 year old resident dumbass had left the dog in a black car with the windows rolled up in 97 degree heat for about 15 minutes while he did God-knows-what. Bulldogs can overheat in minutes, and my poor babys tongue was nearly black...clearly he was dying. I got him cooled off only by pouring several pitchers of cold water over him and encouraging him to drink. It took about an hour, but the dog was saved. I mopped the kitchen floor with the son.

I'd write more, but Deuce and I need to run outside and see how the son is coping in his 2nd hour of being locked in the same car. He only has 3 hours to go, and then I figure he and Deuce will be even. After all, we need to let him out in time to get to his shift at the local Burger King.