As Stupidity Turns (Part 2)

From last time: Husband (H) innocently attempts to place a classified ad in the local town paper, which was recently purchased by a conglomerate. He is completely thwarted in his efforts by stuper-in-charge-of-classifieds, Crappyanna (C), whose job it is, not only to overcharge all persons wishing to place an ad, but to make no sense whatsoever while doing so.

Now for the conclusion:

H realized that C was a complete and utter idiot and that likely, the entire office was teeming with stupers (short, yet again, for terrifyingly stupid persons). The way he saw it, he had one of two choices: H could become unhinged and give in to his rapidly mounting frustration, fully dilated irritation and permit his head to commence spinning a la The Exorcist (insert theme song right here).

Perhaps then some pious, but bored soul from the Christian Science Reading Room across the street would lend a hand or maybe a member of the fire department around the corner would look into the window and realize that intervention was necessary. Or he could take option number two, which is what H did.

H: Let’s start all over again. Hi, my name is H. I want to place a one-day ad. Did I mention that I’m a private party?

C: But it says here you’re a….

H: I’m a freaking private party now!

C: $29.95

H: That’s still more than triple what I paid six months ago.

C: I don’t have a calculator with me.

H: Why is it $29.95?

C: Because you have seven lines.

H: What will it take before you charge less?

C: You can do five lines.

H: Okay. How much?

C: $27.95

Being married to a stupidity specialist, H has learned a few things. First, not to permit a stuper to cause annoyance, but rather search for humor in the irrational situation. If no humor can be located, realize that the stuper may be trying to tell you something.

H: Thank you for helping me to make up my mind. I know there’s a good reason for this. I don’t think I want to place this ad.

H left. He went to his office and placed a “Craig’s List ” ad on the Internet. The cost? Nothing. The gain? Within two days, the home was rented. Sometimes stupers do us a favor, unknowingly of course (what other way is there for them?). In this case, C pointed H in the right direction. Stupers do serve a purpose. All we have to do is take them and all their stupidity in stride.

Think and grow smart.


7 Responses to “As Stupidity Turns (Part 2)”

  1. M.C. says:

    Lord have mercy, I’m glad he left! No one should support a business with so many stupers.

  2. Suzie says:

    Keli you are right. We do learn alot from stupers.
    We learn from them how not to do and not to say the
    wrong things.

  3. Jillian says:

    Did I ver ever tell you how much these pieces?? Hahaha… smart move on the H’s part. Of course I would expect nothing less 😉

  4. Jillian says:

    I HATE typos…


  5. Jennifer says:

    H is one smart cookie for walking away when he did. Well … maybe he stayed a few beats too long but he did walk away! You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em …

  6. Elaine says:

    They should feature you the talk show circuit, ‘Lessons from Keli, dealing with the stupers’. Of course you’d have to come up with a politically correct term for stupers 😉

    Kudos to H! Glad it worked out even better by going to Craig’s list.

  7. Keli says:

    I hate typos too when I miss them! They always take me by surprise, kind of like stupers! Thanks!
    Thank you! I guess he just wanted to give them every chance, thinking they had something he needed. But in fact, he discovered that wasn’t the case!
    I wish! I think I’ll stick with stupers. It’s PC enough for me!

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