Copping to being an idiot

Sometimes I astound myself with how dumb I am. 

For weeks now, I’ve been seeing commercials for a new TV showed called “Copper”.  As we’ve already discussed, I don’t really watch commercials and, thus, paid little attention.  It’s on the BBC and they make really good series so I was interested but didn’t really connect with any of it – just the time period and two good-looking men. 

Anyway, the series started and Amy watched the first two episodes and insisted I start watching it, too.  We do that so we can talk about

Copper

these shows like we know these people, hence, our deep attachment to the dragon girl on Game of Thrones.  Since I missed the first two episodes, we recorded them so we could catch up.  

 Over the weekend, Ed and I watched the first episode.  Here’s where my dumbness comes in:

Don’t be fooled, the show Copper is about Coppers not Copper – understand?

I thought the show was about COPPER – the metal.  Like maybe the premise was about a copper mine, or copper something, with an evil overlord making huge profits off of child labor and the good-looking guys were there to help set everything to right and the evil guy would get his comeuppance over the course of the series.  Or something.

Five minutes into the show, I come to realize that it’s not about copper at all.  It’s about COPPERS – the police.  I was lost for the rest of the hour because my mind refused to accept that there weren’t going to be any copper miners with a canary.  Okay, that’s a coal mine but I don’t really know what bird they use for copper and I’ll bet you don’t either without Googling it. 

The next day, Amy eagerly asked what I thought and I had to admit I was lost.  “How could you be lost?” she demanded.  Then I had to explain about the copper mine – she still hasn’t stopped laughing at me. 

Amy’s Note: Ava’s not dumb, but she does have dingbat tendencies. But then really, don’t we all? I remember once when I was in high school driving past my elementary school and thinking the parking lot was very small. It made me wonder where all the students parked. As dumb as that thought was, it still doesn’t beat Ava’s blind drivers. One of these days I’ll get her to write that blog.

What’s the last time you remember thinking a thought so stupid you were afraid to tell other people? You can tell us, we’re quiet as the grave. Besides, if you can’t laugh at yourself, we can’t laugh at you either.