Better is a heart full of love, than a mind filled with knowledge. – Charles Dickens
You know, generally speaking, that’s probably true. But it’s good to know what you’re doing or have the good sense to find out how to know what you’re doing. Being clueless is frustrating and expensive and it wastes a lot of time.
But it does remind me of an incident in math class one day at Young Harris in which there was a gentleman who apparently knew the answer to everything, because he was constantly interrupting everyone else to give it.
One day, my friend, who I will not name on account of she might kill me, was answering the question and the gentleman, who I will call Butt Cream, interrupted her to answer it.
My unnamed friend, apparently having had a bait of it, spun around and blurted out in dear Mr. Hedden’s class, dear Mr. Hedden who had shellshock, “Well, you don’t have to be such an asshole about it!”
So there you go. Sometimes it’s best not to have a mind full of knowledge, and if you do, to keep it to yourself.
Just like a Slattery 
I can’t take it. You’re priceless! When do you want to pencil me in for lunch? I am available often.
I’m available seldom in the middle of the day and I need to get past this little promo. How do you feel about horsing yourself up to a bar for a drink and an appetizer after work one day?
Or crack-of-dawn breakfast on a Saturday or Sunday? I swear I’ll put my eyebrows on first.
Or for that matter, have a heart full of love while you are secretly enjoying your mind full of knowledge, and you won’t run into the assholey bidness.
I try to keep my assholey bidness to myself, as much as possible, personally.
Butt Cream.
To be clear, I’m not the only one who called him that. Every now and again, someone from Young Harris will say, “Whatever happened to Butt Cream?”