Intelligence

Jilly and I are enjoying some cream soda floats.

Me: How intelligent of a person do you think I am?

Jilly: Well shit.

Jilly: That’s kind of a big question.

Jilly: I mean, overall? Or specific to certain patterns and trains of thought?

Jilly: You’re not exactly a brilliant astrophysicist. Or a surgeon.

Jilly: Generally, intelligence is hard to measure… given that IQ tests are bullshit and we haven’t really quantified intelligence yet?

Jilly: Why are you asking?

Me: I just figured out that they’re called “floats” because the ice cream floats in the soda. Isn’t that neat?

Jilly: I take it back. You’re an idiot.