You know how when you’re thinking about buying a certain car, suddenly you see them everywhere? I’ve been thinking about stupidity lately, and sure enough, it seems to be all around. If there were a Stupidity Day Parade, I would qualify to be grand 
marshal.
I once offered an Amish family an expensive electric skillet as a premium if they would “buy tonight.” Since they don’t even have electricity, that was stupid.
In 1980, I had $500 extra cash and a chance to buy Wal-Mart stock but I didn’t because I didn’t think it would amount to anything. I figure that was stupid (I hope no one ever does the math and tells me just how stupid).
I tried to see how far I could ride my bike with my eyes shut. I tried to break a light bulb in my hand and move my hand away fast enough to not get cut. I ate 30 Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups at once. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
But, I’ve never given my information to a man claiming to be an Arab sheik who can smuggle his fortune into the US if he can only get a valid bank account number. I’ve never had any part of my body dyed, pierced or appear in a national magazine. I put 75 cents into a Vegas pop machine and got a can of pop – the extent of my gambling experience. I’ve never smoked or drank alcohol, and I’ve never jumped out of an airplane. Maybe there’s hope.
30!?
Great post, John.
Posted by: Easton Ellsworth | March 16, 2006 2:41 PM | Permalink to Comment