Richard makes up new words.

I fear that I am becoming, have already become, or have always been, an intellectually elitist snob. I seem to have only enough tolerance for the idiocy that seems to cross my plate on a nearly constant basis to keep from screaming obscenities while the offending person is still standing in front of me. I can at least wait until they leave my line of sight. And this attitude is not confined to where I work, though that certainly has been providing a steady diet of idiocy. I am certainly proof that someone with even a tiny bit of information can be dangerous, but these people come in with nothing and just seem to make it up as they go along.

One guy today told one of my coworkers that a flintlock works by having two pieces of paper rub against each other. You know, because paper rubbing against paper is how you start a fire. I mean, I know that how a gun works may not have been taught in school, but the flamability (sp?) of paper certainly was. I wonder if, in this guys world, you would have to put each sheet of paper in a plastic case to protect it from combusting by rubbing against other sheets of paper. I mean COME ON! Accountants and secretaries should be warned that their stacks of paper are a serious fire hazard.