Either That, Or You’re From The Future!

For checking in appointments, my doctor’s office staff first asks for your birthday (American style).

Receptionist: “Birth date?”

Me: “Ten, twenty-eight, sixty-four.”

Receptionist: “Nineteen sixty-four?”

Me: *Thinking* “No, 1864. I’m 158 years old.”

Me: *Speaking* “Yes, 1964…”