The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
March 27, 2005

Mensa

I came home to discover that a door to door salesman has convinced Manolo that he is a genius. He even gave Manolo a temporary certificate until the official one gets engraved. How am I supposed to disarm this situation? Normally I would just leave it alone, but not only is Manolo getting a chip on his shoulder but he put down five bills so he can attend the convention in Peoria next month. He said true geniuses only settle for the best, and so he signed up for the "Gold Package." I am not even sure what that means, but it sounds clinical. Perhaps I will have to take the test myself to expose this snake oil salesman. In brighter news I am now officially a public notary. Take care of the rest Diary.