A Degree Of Stupidity

(A friend of mine and I go away for a weekend and his parents generously offer to cover the cost of the hotel. We arrive at the hotel and go to use to auto check-in desk.)

Friend: “I don’t know what to do, man. My parents paid; I don’t have a credit card…”

(Seeing the next option down on the check-in I respond:)

Me: “Yes… but you do have a surname the last time I checked.”

Friend: “Oh… yes… I don’t know…”

Me: “[Friend’s Surname].”

Friend: “Yes, that’s it.”

Me: “And out of the two of us you are the one with the degree…”