A Really Dumb Guy Story

This is actually not A Big Dumb Guy Story, but A Really Dumb Guy Story.  A girlfriend of mine was dating a very hot hockey player who, it turned out, was as dumb as a bag of rocks (her description, not mine).  One day at her apartment, he spotted her old telephone that she kept strictly for land line use.  It was one of those old corded varieties, the kind that was small and flat and hung itself up when placed face down on the table.  He looked at it, picked it up and examined it carefully. 

"It's a telephone," she explained.

"I don't get it," he said as he picked it up, listened to the dial tone and then placed it back on the table.  He repeated this sequence several times.

"What's not to get?" She asked.  "It's plugged into the wall and it hangs up when placed on a flat surface."

His brain couldn't fathom the technology because he kept repeating his investigation until she felt like ripping out her hair.

"It's a telephone!"  She yelled.

Later on, they were watching a political rally on television.  When a new interviewee was introduced, the person's name, city and state would be shown on the screen under their image.

"What is that?"  He asked.

"What is what?" She said.

"IL.   It says IL."

"Illinois.  They're from Chicago.  Illinois.  Chicago is in Illinois."

The look of perplexity on his face almost gave her a stroke.

"What about that?  IN."  He asked.

"Indiana.  Do you not know how states are abbreviated?"

Hot or not, she quickly dumped him.