Flabbergasted

It happened again tonight and I was, as usual, that word up there in the title of this post.

But what made it even more unusual than it usually is was that it happened not once, not twice, but three times within 30 minutes.

I don't know what you may be thinking, but I'm talking about those heretofore rare occasions when I know an answer on Jeopardy! but no contestant does.

The answers I knew tonight, which are phrased in the form of a question as the program's rules require, were:

What is Kennebunkport?
What is a fetlock? and
What is Dog, The Bounty Hunter?

My mother, a very wise woman, had a saying for occasions such as this one.

Here it is:

Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back.

I wonder why I am flabbergasted when I know something someone else doesn't, but I am not flabbergasted when I don't know something someone else does.

In closing, and it may help shed some light on why I am the way I am, here's a question my father liked to ask: What can go up the chimney down but can't go down the chimney up?