Rob's been watching the Stephen King miniseries, Rose Red, because one part of it was filmed at his work place. He's not in the film but he's curious to see how it turns out and he also reads Stephen King stuff.

I haven't read any Stephen King books since..uh, Carrie. The last Stephen King movie I saw was, I think, Stand By Me. I'm not big on his stuff and listening to the powerfully lame over-acting from the TV behind me, I don't think I'm missing much by skipping Rose Red. Sunday night, I worked late and headed to bed in time for the last fifteen minutes and watched in amazement as the clueless dweeb who entered the house, finding himself locked in, rattles the handle of the greenhouse door and doesn't bother trying to break the glass. Now I know how Rob feels while watching Antiques Roadshow...gleefully waiting for some poor sap to believe he owns a true antique only to find out it's a reproduction. I kept expecting the word "SUCKER" to write itself across the dweeb's forehead.

Granted, we all have our clueless moments but still... even Rob chuckled as I bristled about this idiot's impending doom: "For crying out loud, just kick out the glass! Gah! What an idiot!"

Well, yes. And we recognize the symptoms because we have been that idiot. :-)

A clueless Tracy story... In high school, I had a crush on one of the guys I hung around with after school. This was during my rifle drill team phase, and the guys were part of a skilled performance team who worked at King's Alley (now King's Village), where I worked in an ice cream shop. Leonard was a really nice guy, cute, friendly and taller than me (always a good indicator of potential boyfriendship). One night, the group of us went to a movie and as we walked back to the Alley from the theater, Leonard and I were clowning around and so the rest of the gang was much further down the street than we were. I walked faster to catch up with them and Leonard said, pulling my hand, "Hey, where's the fire?" I blinked and looked around, mystified. "Why? Do you smell smoke?"

Doh.

Needless to say, Leonard never did end up being my boyfriend, probably dismayed that I was such an idiot. And you know, it was several days before I even realized what he meant. Double doh!

Rob likes to exploit the clueless side of my brain. He will say something and I will gibber and foam and rant and suddenly turn to find him chuckling soundlessly to himself. He likes to do this in front of my cherubs who have also developed into silent chucklers. The dweebs.