Here's a clue

My buddy, henceforth known as "My Buddy", has a theory that there is a finite amount of intelligence in the world. As the population increases, each individual's allotment decreases, so that intelligence is never created (nor destroyed). Everyday I see more proof of this theory. Example: one of my coworkers thought that she would paint her fingernails at her desk today. I guess she thought she was at Pam's Manicure Hut.