Numbers

Dr. Dolittle asked me how old I am. I said, "You know how old I am, I'm 40 years older than you." 

 

She said, but how old are you?

 

I said, "I'll be 68 in a couple of weeks."

 

Exasperated, she asked how old I am today.

 

"67."

 

She started laughing like a jackal. 6-7! 6-7! Her husband and I both looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "You're pushing 30, kid. Stop acting like a middle schooler. If you were a middle schooler, you would have done that a year ago."

 

(Thanks, Karen!)