It’s just another day at work, I’m listening to music, and chopping fruit; when Mandy comes over to grab her coat. We’ve both been here for two hours, so it’s time for Mandy’s morning coffee and cigarette. She’s fumbling through her pockets when she says, “Our boss is so grouchy today.”
“Yeah, I noticed he was kinda grumpy.” I said.
“I don’t need him to tell me what to do every five fucking minutes. I’m in Mensa–you know?”
“No, I didn’t know that.” I know there are a thousand things I could have said, but they all would have stirred up a shit-storm. I work at a grocery store, I really can’t afford angry coworkers, because the customers are bad enough.
“Yeah, they said I’m some sorta math genius.”
“Really?” I inquired. Tell me more.
“Well, not by their ‘math theories’, but you can show me a problem, and I know the answer.” She continued, “Well, like, I looked at one problem, and was like, the answer’s 8! I don’t know how they actually get the answer, but I can solve the problem!”
I just looked at her and smiled, then said, “That’s pretty bad ass.” I don’t know how I kept my composure. She left for the smoking area, and I cracked up. If you’re that fucking smart you should know better than to brag.