You never feel stupider than when you think someone else is being stupid, and you’re the stupid one.
When the boys were still living at home I took them to a Snip and Clip to get haircuts. I told the receptionist we wanted three haircuts and a beard trim.
“Marvin, Joel, and Glenn.”
“Which one gets the beard trim?” She asked.
“I do,” I replied.
When we were outside waiting, I commented that she was mighty dumb not to recognize that only one of us had a beard.
“Dad,” one of them said, “She wanted to know the name of the one who got the beard trim.”