Hey Stupid - Rare Coins
When I worked at a hotel, years ago we had a convention of numismatics. While one of the convention goers was waiting for a cab, I struck up a conversation with him. We talked about what brought him down to Florida. He said he was here for the numismatic convention. Now not knowing what a numismatic was my first thought was to ask him if he was taking his medication, as he continued talking I realized that numismatics were not people suffering from any type of particular ailment. Then with a little word association I figured numismatic, pneumatic, oh yeah, he must be selling power tools. Actually, he was a dealer of rare coins. In that very instance, I realized the benefits of possessing an inner monologue. I could not imagine looking any dumber than I felt.
