. . . into the gene pool. I know it's not very charitable, but do you ever feel concern for children whose parents seem . . . well, let's just say "less than sharp"? On a larger scale, do you ever worry about the future of humanity when idiots are able to procreate?
During my lunch hour today, I made a quick trip to the grocery store, put my groceries in the car, and headed to the Starbucks next door. A line! A wait! ARGH! With conflicting images of an iced latte on the one hand, and wilting veggies and a package of shrimp in a hot car on the other hand, I tried to wait my turn patiently. And I'm not a patient person. In front of me were two women with their children--one a baby in its mother's arms and one a child few years older. The woman with the older child appeared to be about 11 months pregnant. We waited . . . and waited . . . and when it was their turn to order, it was quickly apparent the pregnant woman had not--in all this time waiting--given a single thought to what she wanted to order.
How do you do that? Go to Starbucks and not know what you want? Stand in line for five minutes and still not know what you want? The future of the human race does not look bright folks. I'm just sayin . . . .
My thoughts on the gene pool were brought home tonight--literally and on a personal level--and well illustrated by the idiocy of two of my brothers in law. Since I'm well past child-bearing age, there's not much I can do about it now but warn my children. Kids, if you're reading this, I'm sorry to tell you, but you have the idiot gene in your DNA. Bummer! I hope it's recessive because I don't want air-head grandchildren. Make sure that whoever you chose to procreate with has an IQ of at least 170--that might help to offset any less fortunate genes passed on through your father's side of the family.
So anyway, here's what happened. Two of my brothers in law and a friend were golfing on Sunday. It was a youth group charity fundraiser. One brother in law had a golf cart, and the other brother in law and his friend had another golf cart. They had been drinking. Alcohol. At a youth group fundraiser. Idiots! But that's not the worst part.
Brother in law #1 hopped in his golf cart and drove himself to the next hole. He parked, got out, and was teeing up when Brother in law #2 came up over a hill, driving his golf cart at full speed, and ran over Brother in law #1.
Brother in law #1 went to the emergency room, where his dislocated shoulder was popped back into place. Other than the shoulder, we gather he's okay, more or less. Of course, there's not much they can do to fix the underlying problem--faulty DNA.
So let this be a lesson. Insist on an IQ test before sex. And don't drink with idiots. You might get pregnant. Or run over.