As part of my endless search for great teeth, I was sent back to the X-Ray people again today. They made me fill out a card with my name, date of birth, address, whether I'm allergic to dentists and all that sort of stuff.
I handed it in to the receptionist and she brought it back a little later saying she couldn't read the month of my birthdate. Was it a four or a six? I said it was a four, and "You should have that in your records - I've been here before."
She said, "Yes, but I need this information as of today."
I told her my birthday hadn't changed since the last time I visited.
I think she thought I was a sarcastic meanie.