Clueless people debunk theory of evolution

I try not to let my inner cynic rear its ugly head too often. As a God fearing woman, I have to remind myself that we are all God's creation - some more refined than others - but the Lord loves us all.

In the past week, I've come across people who have truly tested my "What-Would-Jesus-Do?" resolve to be patient, loving, and understanding. These encounters convinced me that clueless people - especially those who get mad when they realize how clueless they are - totally debunk the theory of evolution. Clearly, if the theory was true, these sorry souls would have died off millenniums ago.

My first encounter was more sad and funny in an ironic sort of way. A sweaty young man wandered into my office, sporting dreadlocks, smudgy clothes, and a scent that was less than fresh. Confused, he indicated he wanted a job with the Census office, couldn't locate the building, but came in because my office address was close.

"What's the address?" I ask. "Let me Google Map it"

"It's 1650 S. King Street," he replies.

I Google Map the address. It points to the cross walk in front of our building. Thinking I'm not seeing a clear enough view, I switch to satellite and sure enough, the end point of 1650 S. King Street lands right on that cross walk.

The confused young man with questionable hygiene exits even more befuddled than before. My curiosity piqued, I call the local Census office only to discover the actual address is 1560 S. Beretania Street. I also learn census takers are paid $17 per hour, which probably piqued the young man's interest. Unfortunately, if this young man is dyslexic and illiterate, he may not be the best candidate for the job.

My next encounter was a bit more irritating as it happens more times than necessary. As a trade association representing credit unions, many people mistakenly call our office thinking we are their credit union. Granted many credit union names begin with "Hawaii" but our organization's moniker includes the word "League" which, to me, differentiates us enough. Unless, you are terminally clueless.

This time, a woman calls and says, "I want you to check my account balance!" Sensing an attitude issue, I muster up my polite voice so I can sweetly reply, "Excuse me?"

"Check the balance in my account!"

Now my inner bitch is awakened. It takes all my strength not to snap back. Instead, I remain polite. "Oh, I'm sorry, we are not a credit union. Which credit union are you looking for?"

Here's where the realization that something clueless has occurred causes the clueless one to get a bit testy.

"I'm calling Hawaii Central. That's my credit union," she retorts.

"Let me give you the number," I offer.

"Never mind, I have it!" Click!

I swear, calls like this happens at least a couple of times a day. It amazes me that some people have no idea where their money is deposited. Sometimes, people are embarrassed and apologetic and I have no problem helping them located their credit union. But people like Ms. Testy make me want to play along and say, "Oh, I'm sorry. All the funds were withdrawn and that account has been closed."

Definitely NOT what Jesus would do.