Setting: A bar in Hoboken. I am standing by the bouncer and am approached by a guy.
Guy: "Hey there. So, how old are you?"
Me: "Always a great first question, seeing how you're not supposed to ask a woman her age. I'm 31, you?"
Guy: Pauses for a few moments "Well, if you take the digits in your age, reverse them, and subtract that value from your age, you get my age."
Me: Pauses for a few moments, to both absorb the ridiculousness of that comment and to do the math. At this point, I would like to remind you that we are standing within earshot of the bouncer. In a raised voice, I say, "Oh, so you are 18! You must have one hell of a fake ID to get in this bar!"
I'll let you come to your own conclusions as to what happened next.
Doing math wherever I go,
Leader
*scratching head*
ReplyDeleteWait a sec, 32-23=9. Right?
I'm 31 actually. Just realized there is a typo! Oops!
ReplyDeleteOh, ha! Okay, I don't feel quite so nuts then. I was double-checking myself about 4 times! Who wants more coffee today! :)
ReplyDeleteI just love that you did the math, Skeptic! Last night at a startup party, a guy was trying to gauge my age. I told him the first time I ever sent a text message was in college. He said the first text he sent was in junior high. Conclusion: Either I'm way older (29) or really technologically behind.
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