Mom: Who else can I complain about him to? If I try to talk to your brother, he just gets angsty and I'm afraid my mom will say "I told you so." You are the only person who I can tell about all the "Stupid Bob Tricks."
Me: Fine. Rag away.
Mom: Well, he confessed to just about the dumbest thing EVER yesterday.
Me: Ever? Really? Are you sure? Even dumber than that incident with the can of lighter fluid and his cigarette?
Mom: Even dumber.
Me: This ought to be good.
Mom: He gave his credit card number out to some con man on the internet.
Me: What?!
Mom: It's true. He got one of those e-mails, you know the kind that say something like, "we just need your credit card number for verification, we won't charge it." And he said, (in a dumb voice) Well, okay.
Me: Dear Lord in Heaven. How could he have fallen for one of those scams? He's got a law degree!
Mom: Don't ask me.
Me: Well, how much did they charge to the card?
Mom: Luckily, your father managed to catch on and called the credit card company before anything too serious happened.
Me: What tipped him off?
Mom: (giggles) It's funny, actually. He might never have suspected anything was wrong except that the e-mail he got to confirm his number had a spelling error.
Me: Eh?
Mom: There was some error in spelling and that convinced him to cancel the transaction.
Me: You have got to be joking. A spelling error is what alerted him? Not the phony e-mail address or the plea to help some wealthy Nigerian businessman? A spelling error?
Mom: Your father is a very intelligent man, just not in important areas of life.