Flickering Brain Syndrome

I meet more and more people these days who lack brains. Or else they have brains that have fallen into disrepair since they are used less often as technological advances replace them, making thinking unnecessary. So they flicker, like a light bulb on the way out.

Flickerbrains really bug me. Not as much as fat people who are just pathetic, but still, a brain is a terrible thing to lose, or waste, or something, if you ever had one, to quote Dan Quayle, former VP for George Bush the Elder many years ago. (See, my brain flickers on and off too.)

One of those flickerbrains just called our house phone, showing the caller ID "Wireless Caller." I answer our landline just for fun, since it's usually spam and I love hearing that Indian accent. Today it was this guy Amos, who has called at least five times over the past few years and it's always the same conversation:

Me: Hello?

Amos: I'm looking for Mitch.

Me: He's not here. Don't you have his cell phone number?

Amos: I do, I thought this was it.

Me: No, this is his home number.

Amos: Oh, I thought I had fixed that in my contacts.

Me: Guess not.

Amos: I definitely will. What is his cell phone number?

So I give him Mitch's cell number and we hang up and I have no doubt that Amos will call the house in a few months and we will have the exact conversation again. BTW, he's no dummy: he's a successful business owner, wins big government contracts and lives in a ritzy neighborhood in a home that faces the water. It's just that his brains are going.