You don't say?

Remember Deb from this post?

Today was our last day of training, and we were outside in the smoking area, waiting for everyone to finish testing. I was done with my test in eleven minutes, and I got the highest score in the class. But that's not the point of this entry. I'll gloat about all that some other time. Bwahaha.

Deb said to me: "I'm really surprised at the dynamic of this class. I mean, I expected people to be cliqueish, but there were just some people who acted like they knew everything. And when it came down to it, they didn't know anything!"

My reply? "I couldn't agree more."

She couldn't even see the irony in her statement! This whole time, the entire class felt the same way about her. I think she meant to insinuate that I was the one who got taken down a peg, but her precious hopes were soon dashed.

"So, Deb, what did you get on the test?"

"Ninety."

"Well done. I got a ninety-eight. And I don't even speak the language."

Cue jawdrop. In yo face, biatch!