I’ll Be Your PDA If You Show Me Some PDA

(I’m at the bank with my wife. I approach the information desk to submit some forms.)

Teller: “Good morning sir, do you have your account number?”

Me: “No, I don’t, but I can give you–”

(Without missing a beat, my wife suddenly cuts in and states my entire account number from memory.)

Me: *surprised* “Yes, I do.”