If you were to embark on a journey to discover the most unintelligent species on this planet… you would have to look no further, than the human race themselves.
While most of the human race are blessed with the basic intelligence to get them through life, there are some people whose intellect is rivaled only by garden tools and quite possibly; if I were to be very optimistic, a toothbrush.
Although these semi-intelligent beings can exist as individuals, they are most often seen traveling in herds known as customers.
There are many subtypes of this prominent yet, dimwitted species, including the most feeble-minded of them all. The Tech support customer.
It could be that the human race has already reached their pinnacle with the likes of Einstein, Curie, Darwin, and Tesla and are now doomed to devolve into the common sense lacking anthropoid you see today. It could be the effects of too much solar radiation on the brain or perhaps a secret government experiment performed by Soviet spies. Or perhaps, it is simply down to the fact that most of the people I talk to have a habit of procreating with their cousins.
While my self and many others choose to fight on the front lines and attempt to help these poor, intelligence deprived beings, the fight is never-ending. The fight is brutal and the fight can sometimes rip the very soul from your body…causing you to crave copious amounts of hard liqueur and possibly, anger management.
You can only tell a customer that the device needs to be on first for the Wi-Fi to work so many times a day before the thought of getting up from your desk, dousing yourself in cleaning fluid and setting your self on fire sounds like a very good idea.
You can only tell Sandra; the elder of the species, how to turn the Wi-Fi on so many times, before you start to question your very existence. What if you’re wrong? What if everything you were taught during your training…was all wrong.
What if you’re one of them?
You hardly hear Sandra yelling at you in a strange language, but the broken words and mumbled vowels confuse you…it’s almost as if she is trying to communicate. Your ears still ring from what could only be described as a mating call as she slams down the phone.
You have a moment of silence. At least for now. The next onslaught of calls will come in soon. There is a smell of desperation in the air. You hear one of your co-workers screaming for mercy behind you. You hear a phone ring..then another and another.
The new battle begins.
A war with no end.