It was a normal morning at work. The coffee was brewing, the copy machine was warming up, and the phone was ringing. I answered the day’s first call in the usual mundane voice, the lady on the other end didn’t seem to loose any engery with my hardly chipper greeting.
“Yes! Hi! You’re going to think I’m crazy but…” –too late.
“But, I’m in a contest and I had a question, how many wings does a ‘bi-plane’ have?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was this a prank call, or just an average Wal-Mart employee with a sincere question?
I said, “Well, let’s break it down. Bi-cycle, bi-noculars, bi-focals. Bi means two, tri means three, quad means four. What’s your best guess?”
“Three?”
Needless to say, her stupidity caused me to hang up the phone in disgrace.
I’m almost embarrassed to say that I’m of the same species as this winner.
