I don't claim to be any genius (although others do, natch); but I would say that I have what's called 'common sense'. The problem with that phrase it would seem to suggest that most people are supposed to have it.
This is probably true, just may day lacked in it. We all have them. Various brushes with the shallow end of the gene pool, alas one of them was my own Sister, so I can't blame genes... entirely.
First, at work. Some acentric lady decides that she is going to complain to WatchDog because we (nothing to do with her insurance, but hey) would not fix her car when she didn't know who the other person involved in an accident was. Which is fair enough, but this is just another case of people buying the cheapest insurance they can (Third Party), and not reading the policy, or understanding that it's called Third Party insurance because it only protects the third party in an accident, not the first (i.e. yourself).
Second is just a general winding up at work. After been doing one thing for 6 months a senior member of staff asks me why I am doing it. Usual response comes with "I was told to, why?", and so on. Anyway, as most of the things that appear to have no reason, never can have why answered. For the sake of statistics I did a quick scout around of staff working in our department. The numpteys (people like me who are employed for next to nothing and do the worst job etc) are inundated with qualifications. Subjects ranging from the oh so famous degrees in Geography, Business, Computer Science stretching to the more obscure such as Classical Civilisations. The same question posed to the senior staff drummed up a GNVQ in business concepts - collectively.
Nothing against these people, all really nice people, not really with the whole the reason why we are doing what we are is because we have enough skills to be out of the job when we get bored of the coffee.
Then we have the third, and aged old one. Computer problems. "It doesn't work, fix it now!" - free of charge or course. Well after levering a floppy disk out of a drive with a pair of tweezers and explaining that post-it notes shouldn't go into to computers like that we get to the real problem.
4 full resolution bitmaps in a word document which is supposed to be for a local news paper article. Fine, put it on a CD. No, this newspaper (a major one) will only accept on floppy disk, in word format, with pictures embedded. Why anybody in their right-mind would believe such a thing is beyond me. I suggest at how to get around the problem, but this is ignored. I then help by suggesting closing the temporary 3MB image that word has flung into Photoshop. Which is met with screams of "NO" (again no idea, as I was the person who opened it in the first place just before being shunted out the way).
At this point I decided that it wasn't worth the effort and decided to go and watch a film. Of course, just before the climax of the film I am beckoned to assist in the same problem another kind soul had been dragged into dealing with. Took two minutes to detail what and how, and went back to the film.
I'm a horrible person, all this anger against people who I really like and think are swell guys? Yes, not right is it. But people please, think before you open your mouth, move, or generally get out of bed.