Name a city in Italy. Now name another one. Was one of those two Venice? Right.
Now name a city in Poland. Was it Warsaw? Right.
Stay with me now, one more.
Name a city in Switzerland.
Geneva, right? Right. Now name another.
(theme from Jeopardy playing)
What city did you think of?
How about Basel?
Yeah, that was one of the answers to a Mensa calendar quiz of the day.
Find three non-US cities in these sentences:
“Steven, I centered the whole trip on your wishes.
It is base logic to blame me.”
“The Second World War saw much destruction.”
I’m not going to tell you the answers.
I’m not Mensa material. But I do like simple little quizzy word puzzles. The fact that I have never heard of Basel, Switzerland, demonstrates why I am not Mensa Man.
I am envious of Mensa members. In a passive-aggressive way. I get satisfaction when I can figger out one of their snotty, we-know-more-than-you tests. Even if is only on a calendar. I quietly think to myself, Mensa? Meh. I used to high-five myself, but pulled a muscle.
I think I have some Mensa-candidate readers.
If it wasn’t for that darn rule about felony convictions.