For some reason, the bookstore clerk couldn't get the computer to
recognize my wife's preferred customer card.
Peering over her shoulder at the screen, She said, "There's part of the problem.
It shows my birth date as 12/30/1899."
"That's right," I chimed in. "She was born in June, not December."
The Paramedic only took 10 minutes to arrive. :stars:
