That 74 is kind of tricky and my vision is “normal”
This reminds me of a time I was taking one of these colorblind tests. The person administering it was flipping (way too fast) through the numbers and I was reading them fine. A trickier one came up which I could very clearly read, like this 71/74 one, and I said (because fucker was flipping way too fast) “71… no, 74 actually.” He marked it wrong. It felt like a real life Seinfeld incident after that where I kind of stopped the whole test and was saying basically, as nicely as I could, “hey. I said 74. Mark that correct.” MFer didn’t even vocalize a response. I can’t remember but I think he did like two more numbers, said I passed with whatever number of tests with one incorrect. I had to get my eyesight examined after that (this was for some pilot shit. Like a physical) and I told the doctor and he kind of shrugged it off too like “you passed it. It doesn’t matter.” IT MATTERS TO ME GODDAMNIT
Thanks for triggering this random traumatic event from over a decade ago.
Now you’re getting a followup story of how such a small incident fucked with me years later.
I was with my (at the time) gf in our apartment and I don’t remember the exact specifics, but I was sitting looking at the TV straight-on ie the proper viewing angle. She was sitting on our floor looking up at the TV at like maybe a 45 degree angle.
I can’t remember the show or what it was, but on the screen there were some pastel colors. All I mentioned was like “oh, pastel colors. You like those colors.” She was drawing at the time, so it was somewhat relevant. Anyway she looks at the TV, from the bad angle still, and snaps at me “those aren’t pastel you fucking idiot!” And it was like that spinning shit in a movie of me in my head like “no…no…that test was wrong!” Normally we kinda went back and forth like this. Kinda like Vinny and his gf in that movie “my cousin Vinny” but less toxic and less Italian (same thing?). This time though I was just like “but… uh… the angle…” she kinda kept saying I was wrong for a few minutes before I finally tested it myself and then told her to stand and all was revealed. I was not an idiot after all.
I imagine telling her to stand up and see from a different wasn’t your very first thought because of how off-guard her rebuke caught you? Still, seems you acted fast, or that scene with the pastels was very long
Your story reminds me, that in our driving exam, not the actual driving one, but the theory one, I got a single question wrong, and I was not allowed to know which one. If you got more than 3, you’d be told and be allowed to double check if you were scored wrong. But if you pass, you get told that and are expected to move on.
I asked how the hell that was supposed to help someone learn or be prepared to drive without endangering others, and they just told me I passed, what do I care.
And honestly, I truly didn’t care, actually, and let it go. I mean, most people in the street drive like shit anyways, and the whole process of getting a license isn’t really “academic”. It’s possible they were being cunts for no reason, it’s also possible they do this on purpose to cheat the scores and just pass people who failed too many times, but it wasn’t a fight worth having to find out.
If you talking about a test at like a DMV, I would guess it’s more simply just employees don’t want to bother to pull questions up and review with possibly annoyed people or they’re understaffed and the higher ups “solve” part of the issue by saying don’t talk to people, just shove the papers in their hand and move on.
That 74 is kind of tricky and my vision is “normal”
This reminds me of a time I was taking one of these colorblind tests. The person administering it was flipping (way too fast) through the numbers and I was reading them fine. A trickier one came up which I could very clearly read, like this 71/74 one, and I said (because fucker was flipping way too fast) “71… no, 74 actually.” He marked it wrong. It felt like a real life Seinfeld incident after that where I kind of stopped the whole test and was saying basically, as nicely as I could, “hey. I said 74. Mark that correct.” MFer didn’t even vocalize a response. I can’t remember but I think he did like two more numbers, said I passed with whatever number of tests with one incorrect. I had to get my eyesight examined after that (this was for some pilot shit. Like a physical) and I told the doctor and he kind of shrugged it off too like “you passed it. It doesn’t matter.” IT MATTERS TO ME GODDAMNIT
Thanks for triggering this random traumatic event from over a decade ago.
It’s ok, you’re safe here despite your disability.
Goddamnit.
Now you’re getting a followup story of how such a small incident fucked with me years later.
I was with my (at the time) gf in our apartment and I don’t remember the exact specifics, but I was sitting looking at the TV straight-on ie the proper viewing angle. She was sitting on our floor looking up at the TV at like maybe a 45 degree angle.
I can’t remember the show or what it was, but on the screen there were some pastel colors. All I mentioned was like “oh, pastel colors. You like those colors.” She was drawing at the time, so it was somewhat relevant. Anyway she looks at the TV, from the bad angle still, and snaps at me “those aren’t pastel you fucking idiot!” And it was like that spinning shit in a movie of me in my head like “no…no…that test was wrong!” Normally we kinda went back and forth like this. Kinda like Vinny and his gf in that movie “my cousin Vinny” but less toxic and less Italian (same thing?). This time though I was just like “but… uh… the angle…” she kinda kept saying I was wrong for a few minutes before I finally tested it myself and then told her to stand and all was revealed. I was not an idiot after all.
And that goddamn test was wrong!
I imagine telling her to stand up and see from a different wasn’t your very first thought because of how off-guard her rebuke caught you? Still, seems you acted fast, or that scene with the pastels was very long
Pretty sure it either QVC (the sales channel) or some cartoon with those colors for art. Probably the former. Shit was a long time ago.
Do you have a better TV now?
Yes. I went from shitty tv and a gf to great tv and no gf. Not sure how to measure this.
You’ll also have an awesome gf soon, my man, I believe in you
Your story reminds me, that in our driving exam, not the actual driving one, but the theory one, I got a single question wrong, and I was not allowed to know which one. If you got more than 3, you’d be told and be allowed to double check if you were scored wrong. But if you pass, you get told that and are expected to move on.
I asked how the hell that was supposed to help someone learn or be prepared to drive without endangering others, and they just told me I passed, what do I care.
And honestly, I truly didn’t care, actually, and let it go. I mean, most people in the street drive like shit anyways, and the whole process of getting a license isn’t really “academic”. It’s possible they were being cunts for no reason, it’s also possible they do this on purpose to cheat the scores and just pass people who failed too many times, but it wasn’t a fight worth having to find out.
If you talking about a test at like a DMV, I would guess it’s more simply just employees don’t want to bother to pull questions up and review with possibly annoyed people or they’re understaffed and the higher ups “solve” part of the issue by saying don’t talk to people, just shove the papers in their hand and move on.