Stupid Smart People

The parties are over, thankfully. No longer do you have to put up with the Stupid Smart Person. No more, when you are trapped by one, must you wish you had a pocket large enough to hold a deck of cards or a good book. Then again, at a cocktail party where would you find a place to spread your cards or tuck up with a book?  And playing Mario Brothers VI on your i phone is not cool unless you are under twenty. You are destined, therefore, a chance of falling into the clutches of a Stupid Smart person. They are easy to spot. Standing in front of the fireplace, they peer through bushy brows, swirling the best Scotch in the house, waiting for an audience.  If you are desperate enough to approach, they are ready. They begin by posing a rhetorical question and while you are thinking desperately how to answer it intelligently, they do it themselves.  Thus begins a lengthy reguritation of borrowed information and citings whether you need them or not. You want to escape, but how? A coughing fit works well. Fainting doesn't, although there was a time when it did. Feigning a vibrating cell phone works, especially if you take it out and point "Sorry, it's Mother." Instead of Stupid Smart People, one would rather listen to the fat used car salesman talking about his latest golf game or the fisherman, his best catch or your ancient aunt, her latest medical report.  Then again, its better than being stuck solo with the potted palm in the corner.