I dont know about you, but The Smartguy prides himself on being polite to others. Call me old fashioned, but my mother raised me right.

So why cant you, Impolite Dumbass, hold the door when I am walking through it with my arms full of stuff? Why can’t you, Impolite Dumbass, say thank you when i hold the door or open it for you? Why can’t you even say hello or give a head nod when we pass each other in the hallway? Is it that hard to be nice to people? It completely drains my faith in humanity when simple politeness has been thrown by the wayside. 

Fortunately, The Smartguy refuses to let chivalry die. So I say to you, Impolite Dumbass, How are you? I hope you have a nice day!

This one comes to us from another fan who didn’t leave a name for us to call him, so we’re going to print his real name, address and social security number for all to see. Just kidding! We’ll call him RedSpring, after two things currently on The Smartguy’s desk. Enjoy his story, everyone!

This next story is for those of you out there that work through an employment agency. The Smartguy feels your pain too. I happen to have been placed at my current job through an agency and, let me tell you, not a day goes by that I wish I wasn’t.

Here’s another one from our loyal reader, AbFab… She deals with a lot of dumbasses!

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest Dumbass of them all?

It all starts with a friendly question….*cue flashback noises*