Funny: MD plus RD equals Fail
In this day and age a bachelors degree should indicate drive and knowledge but after this wonderful person I have learned a new algebraic equation. MD + RD = Fail! (MD = Medical Doctor, RD = Registered Dietitian)
I have seen and met many people who are extremely well educated. Most of them have a common trend… they are extremely dumb outside of their respective field. I’m not sure if it has to do with the wiring of the really intelligent but often they have a serious lack of street smarts. It might be because these people spend years upon years staring at books in their specific field and they lose touch with real life. Anyway, I have to share with you one of these people.
I only know this woman’s qualifications based on her business card that she kept putting on the counter over a couple of months. This woman is an MD and RD and she specializes in medical weight loss. Now granted just because you know a lot about health doesn’t make you a whiz at life and I know that but this woman time and time again blew me away at how basically dumb she was. First and foremost I had to help her operate the gas pump every single time. She was seemingly incapable of getting it to work. She wasn’t able to remember that if I stick my credit card in the pump it will allow me to pump by selecting the kind of gas, etc.
This woman I found very ironic. If she is a weight loss specialist you wouldn’t anticipate a tiny, plump, old woman to be you first choice for nutritional advice. That’s like getting nutrition advice from the dude at the gym that you see throw away his McDonald’s garbage in the trash can by the front door as he enters. My favorite part is that she always and I mean always wore a white lab coat. Though not a typical doctor’s white coat, that would make sense to me. Most doctors seem to feel they must remain wearing their white coat everywhere once they get off work until they get home. No this was definitely a lab coat with different color stains on it like she either was using a lot of food colorings or she was mixing chemicals in a lab. I like to think she decorates cakes at work.
(One of many similar encounters)
Woman: (Pressed the pay inside button, which allows you to pump then pay inside. She trots to the door and enters) I pressed pay inside now here is my credit card.
Me: Why didn’t you use your card at the pump?
Woman: You mean you can do that? (This is like the 10th time I know she has been here).
Me: Yes, if you want I can hold onto your credit card and you just go back and pump your gas then come back inside.
Woman: Okay, that seems fair. (Goes back out to car, then starts waving at me).
Me: (I go outside). What is wrong?
Woman: I can’t choose the kind of gas I want.
Me: You must lift the nozzle then you can choose the gas grade.
Woman: Oh well can you wait out here in case I have any other problems.
Me: Sorry ma’am I have to go take care of the customers that just arrived. Wave at me if there is any problem.
Woman: Okay sure.
Me: (Run back inside the store and take care of the customers).
Woman: (Enters store). Okay how do I pay you now?
Me: I have your credit card.
Woman: Oh yeah, use that.
Me: (I swipe the card).
Woman: I changed my mind and I want to pay cash. (As she finishes signing her receipt).
Me: You have already paid for it.
Woman: How I didn’t give you money yet?
Me: The credit card that you already put in your purse.
Woman: Geez gas stations are complicated.
My question is how does this type of person make it through life? Or this woman is clearly on major pain killers or something.