Intelligence Promotion

I’m one (mis) step closer to joining MENSA.   That elite group of nerdy, brainy people.  I’ll explain.See, I fell a few days ago.  It was a big fall.  A shoe caught on an uneven piece of sidewalk and down I went.  Knees, wrists and face.   In that order.  Happily, I only got a few cuts, some bruises and a bit of gravel in my face.  Nothing broken, sprained or sliced.I clearly recall that as I thudded to the ground, I uttered a four letter word and it wasn't "rats."I also remember that as I was trying to stand up, I saw a man drive past me who couldn't possibly have missed my splayed-out body on the ground.  He didn't so much as say: "Hey lady, you OK?"  I called him a name.  It wasn't a nice name.I dusted myself off, limped home, treated my wounds and scolded myself for being so careless, if not outright stupid.  I also took myself to task for using such un-lady-like language.But then I remembered.Michael Adams wrote a book, “In Praise of Profanity,”  in which he says that the effective use of profanity has proved to be an indicator of verbal skill.  If not intelligence.The Marist College has recently published a report supporting that premise.Given the utterances that flew out of my mouth so spontaneously, so effectively and, I believe, quite appropriately, I decided that I’d earned an intelligence promotion…15 points on the IQ scale, at a minimum.  Look out MENSA, I'm on my way.  I may not arrive all in one piece but I'll be there.All in all, it was a very satisfying day.