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Saturday, July 6, 2013

Lord Of The Idiots.

On one of the great episodes of "Seinfeld", Jerry and George got into a heated discussion, and both rattled off examples of who was, in fact, the bigger idiot.
After a particularly whopping example of idiocy, George proclaimed "You are looking at Costanza, Lord of the Idiots"
Well, I am now here to lay claim to that title.
I did something the other day that I consider to be unmatched in its idiocy.
I am in L.A., after flying in on July 4th.
I live in Malibu, and arrived early enough to realize that if I attempted to drive my black Mitsubishi rented car just after I picked it up, I would be facing some pretty heavy beach traffic.
So I stopped at one of my favorite restaurants along the way.
By the time I got out, the beach traffic would have subsided, and I could breeze home.
Only one problem:
I went into the restaurant's parking lot, and there was no black Mitsubishi where I had parked it.
The car was stolen. There was no other explanation.
And it contained very valuable things.
Like two computers, priceless DVDs, and , oh, by the way, MY ONLY SET OF KEYS TO MY HOME IN MALIBU.
I had the restaurant call the police.
I attempted to have them show me the closed-circuit videotape of the parking lot to see if their could be any leads.
Of course, with it being July 4th, the man in charge of displaying the videotapes was off that day, and unreachable.
I was fuming, and let everybody know it.
The restaurant personnel, other patrons, everybody.
Finally, after about forty-five minutes, the police still not having arrived, the manager suggested to me that the car that was in the space I told him I had parked in had been there since before I had arrived.
"Impossible!" I exclaimed. "This is a light grey car. Mine was black!"
But just for the heck of it, I decided to humor him.
I went outside to the light grey car and examined it.
It was a Mitsubishi.
With my travel bag in the back seat.
Where I had left it.
I had not rented a black car.
I had rented a light grey car.
I went back into the restaurant, apologized to all profusely, all was forgiven, and I felt more relief than stupidity.
It was only later that the pure idiocy of what I had done sank in.
The only words I can offer in my defense is that I only had the car for about fifteen minutes, had been shown several black ones before I made my choice, and all cars these days look alike.
If this was 1955, and I had rented a two-tone Buick Roadmaster, I couldn't have possibly mistaken it for anything else.
But that's really giving me all the best of it, which I don't deserve.
If you ever had any respect for me, now's the time to reconsider.
Move over, Jerry and George.
Make way for Rothman, Lord of the Idiots.


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  1. We've all done stuff like that. You get points for admitting it publicly.

    If you're willing to talk about the stuff where you come off looking brain dead, I'm more willing to trust you on those occasions where you come off looking erudite and cool.

  2. Failing to recognize your rented car: simple mistake. You're forgiven.

    Taking it out on the restaurant and its patrons: childish tantrum. You're the king of the idiots.

  3. You are right to take me to task.

    1. He didn't. He took you to tsk.

  4. I once insisted that a leftover bag from the airport shuttle was not mine and that my bag had gone missing. It was a different bag. After having a hissy fit and having the shuttle driver contact the airport to no avail, I finally, as you did, merely to humor them, checked the contents of the bag to find that they were, indeed my clothes. "This is outrageous! Someone took all the contents from bag and put them in another" I said. I couldn't believe that everyone, including my totally embarrassed wife, was looking at me like I was crazy. Indignant, I took the bag, went to my room and I noticed a small metal plate that I was sure was not on my bag...with my last name on it. The opportunity to apologize to anyone but my wife had passed.

    Lord, King and Emperor of Idiots...that's me.

  5. The color of the car was Dorian Gray. It didn't age, but it did change color.

  6. I once did almost the same as Anon. Waiting for my suitcase at an airport carousel; everyone else gets their bags and leaves, and I'm standing there waiting while one gray suitcase goes around and around and around. I appeal to the staff: "The airline lost my luggage!" "Is that it on the carousel?" "No, I already checked that one. It's not mine." "Check it again." "What kind of idiot do you think....never mind."

    I'm actually kind of relieved to learn I'm not alone.

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