The Decline of Common Sense

I used to have good sense, but apparently I've lost some of it along the way. I'm not sure if it leaked out while I was blowing my nose during my last sneezing attack, or whether it just slowly dissolved like soap bubbles in dishwater. I guess it really doesn't matter how it left, except that it would be nice to know what I need to avoid so I don't lose any more knowledge.

At first I thought this problem was just me, but I'm beginning to think several people must suffer the same thing. For instance, the hubby and I went into a restaurant where you order at the counter. Giving Ms. Young Cutie our order and our name, she told us we would be called when our food was ready. It was a late lunch for us and apparently everyone else had eaten, so we were the only ones in the place. She then went into that abyss behind the door, and when she finally wandered out again, she glanced around the empty room and screamed our name. I told the hubby, "Let's just sit here and see how many times she calls us."

A recent news story also made me think I'm not the only one who may have sneezed some brain power out. The news anchor was discussing the national debt. Now, I could try to relate the number to you, but it's ticking by so fast, my account would be way behind before I could type it. Needless to say, it's somewhere in the trillions. The newsman was talking about how some legislators were wanting to raise the ceiling on the national debt. Excuse me? It seems to me there is no ceiling now. Let's face it, getting out from under a trillion dollars is no picnic, whether it be one trillion or twenty trillion. I don't even remember us studying trillions in school, and crazy as it is, I always assumed people were kidding when referencing gazillions, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe we need to start sticking some of that excess furniture in the White House out on the front lawn for a big yard sale.

And then there's the story of the woman texting on her cell phone while walking through a mall. She was so intent on her messaging that she doesn't watch where she's going, and she actually falls into a fountain. If you haven't seen it, you can see it here. Instead of doing what most of us would do, which is stand up, look around to see how many people saw us and laugh at our own stupidity, she got upset because people laughed. Well, duh! I can assure you that if you do that in front of me, there's a very good chance I'll laugh, too.

Writing this has been good therapy, though, because I'm beginning to think I may not be as bad as I thought. Just because I occasionally forget why I opened the refrigerator, at least I've not walked into any fountains. Well, not yet, anyway.

Sources:

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