I stepped on to a rake when about to pass the train tracks to get to work. I was late and running. Just as I stepped on the rake, the train came by. "Wow! I never would have thought of using a rake to avoid getting hit by a train!" "Oh I just-" "So smart!" I quickly realized this could help my case. A little bit guilty I stated "Yep, yep. Definitely did that on purpose." The man started to seem a bit suspicious. "Hmm. Something seems... Off about that. Ah, it was how you looked. You have a strand of hair on your jacket." "Oh, th- thanks. D-didn't notice that." As we walked away I was relieved that interaction went ok. Later, at my job of commanding the factory of teleporters, I accidentally bumped into the control panel. I thought I broke it, but it happened to go faster. "We didn't think it could go any faster. Thanks!" Time after time again this would happen. I would cut my finger with an axe, jump from the pain, and avoid a loose wire. While everyone was doing all these steps to calculate when to call the radio to be the 10th person, I just happened to be caller 10. It was so common, people hailed me as their king. They could not get over me. Them with 250 iq, obsessing over me, with 100 max.