She came into the department today. Even without knowing who She is, you’d know that She was the one.

She has a certain appearance about her. The moment you look at her, you say to yourself, `damn, she’s right out of Central Casting - she’s THE Dumb Redhead.’

And you would not be mistaken.

She is SO DUMB….

HOW DUMB IS SHE????

She is so dumb that when you say she’s dumb as a post, the posts get offended. Cardboard is twice as intelligent, even on a bad day.

So she walks in… meanders a bit… carefully selects her victim… and pounces….

“I… ummm… I need … ummmmm…. you know…. one of those things….. you know… whatsit called??? One of those things … umm… like a keyboard thing…. and that thing you hook it to with the light… you know?”

My colleague counts to ten internally, whilst deftly avoiding the urge to spit his coffee all over his monitors. He smiles as the suspense builds. He looks her in one of her (three) eyes. And he says, “You mean a laptop and a projector?”

“Yes!” bursts forth Mrs. Einstein with glee.

Only the best and brightest….