Crackers, Jeopardy, and Defining Intelligence

They were sitting at the table reading the Goldfish Cracker box. He read, “Favorite movie, Optimistic Pizza,” then asked,  “Is there really a movie by that name?”

She said, “Mystic Pizza, I think. I’m not sure. I’ve never seen it.”

He said, “It’s probably some story about somebody working at a pizza place in Mystic, Connecticut.”

She retrieved a laptop from the living room and Googled Mystic Pizza. The page came up and she read aloud, “Three teenage girls come of age while working in a pizza shop in Mystic, Connecticut.”

He flashed a self-satisfied grin.

She said, “Feeling pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

He said, “Yeah, as a matter-of-fact, I am.”

She said, “I’m going to sign up you for Jeopardy.”

He said, “Oh no, you’re not! You just sign yourself up.”

She said, “Honey, you’re smarter than me.”

He said, “I don’t for a minute believe that is true.”

She said, “Okay, fine then.  You’re not smarter, but you know a whole lot more facts about a much broader range of topics then I do.”

He said, “Okay, that’s true, but I’m still not going on Jeopardy.”

She asked, “Why not?”

He said, “Are you kidding?  I could make a total fool out of myself in front of millions of people on national television!”

She smirked and told him, “I know.  That’s why I’m signing you up and not me!”

He gave her “that look” and intoned, “What you lack in “facts” you make up for in “devious”.”

“What’s your point?” she asked, then grinned and offered him more crackers.