Grab some Clorox

I think we may need to clean out the gene pool.

I talk to many people every day and as it turns out lots of them are completely clueless. I mean, we're talking how-do-you-manage-to-get-the-correct-feet-into-the-correct-pants-legs clueless.

Here are some examples, for your amusement.

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Me: How many household family members are old enough to drive?

Customer: All of them.

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Me: How many miles do you put on your car annually?

Customer: You mean, per month?

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Me: Does your motorcycle have any special construction?

Customer: Yeah, there's stickers all over this thing. One of them says, "No more than one rider."

[Could he be thinking I said "special INstruction"??]

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Customer: You'll have to excuse me. I've had a couple of drinks.

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Me: All right. May I have your name?

Customer: Josh.

[You mean, like Cher?]

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Me: Do you have the VIN or Vehicle Identification Number?

Customer: [silence]

Me: Do you have the VIN?

Customer: You mean the year, make and model?

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Me: What is your zip code?

Customer: 12

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Me: Have you moved in the last 60 days?

Customer: What address are you showing?

Me: [reads address]

Customer: Well then, yeah, I've moved.

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These are true excerpts from actual conversations I've had. AND THERE'S MORE! That's right. There will be a future installment of Grab the Clorox coming soon. In the meantime, be thinking about some sort of licensing scheme we could use to keep these people from having children.