I will say this ... I deal with the general public a great deal in my work as a travel agent. I regularly wonder how some of the people with whom I interact manage to tie their shoes, much less navigate leaving the house on a regular basis. Some of the questions I get asked are ... truly remarkable ... especially about cruises.
Somedays I wonder how some of the stupid people who call my office are smart enough to dial my 10 digits. Seriously. I'm certain someone has to hold their hand when they pee or wipe for them.
One evening, after a particularly aggravating day, I was bitching to my fishing buddy Scott about how many stupid calls I was forced to deal with that day. Scott told me that he knew no calls were as bad as his, because he'd gotten the stupidest phone call of all time. Scott and his father owned a tire store, with the phone number painted on the sign. They sold new & used tires and they got all kinds of calls.
Best I can remember, his stupid call went like this;
Scott: Thanks for calling Tire Sales.
Customer: I need to get some tires for my car.
Scott: We'd be happy to help you. We have both new and used tires in all sizes.
Customer: I don't want to spend as much as new tires cost, I think I want some used ones.
Scott: No problem. We have a wide range of sizes of used tires with good tread on them. What size tires do you need?
Customer: I don't know.
Scott: What size rims do you have?
Customer: I don't know.
Scott: How many bolts in the rims?
Customer: I don't know.
Scott: Well, what kind of car do you have?
Customer: It's a blue one.
I told Scott "Congratulations, you win the championship belt."
Jim