![]() 11/03/2015 at 17:01 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
The nurse comes out to the waiting room and calls my name. As we’re walking back to the exam room she asks me:
“Your birthday still xx/xx/19xx?”
Yes. Yes it is.
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Freakin’ time travelers ruining it for everybody.
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You live in Florida or something?
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Funny story about birthdays.
My grandfather is 87 years old. For about 70 years, he celebrated his birthday on August 6. He went through his life with that day firmly entrenched and legitimized by his mother saying “I REMEMBER THIS DAY” every year she was alive.
My grandparents finally went on a vacation to tour Europe and see where their parents came from so they applied for their passports.
Government says his birthday is August 2.
Birth certificate, license, social security, everything that identified my grandfather legally said different days. From that day on, it was August 2.
To make things easy on us, we celebrate the first weekend of the month.
He’s also the type of guy that would tell that nurse “no” after she asked.
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No, actually, I had that changed a few years back.
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No you reply that's is now xx/xx/1864
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I always like the shock factor...
Nurse: You ready to come on back?
Me: What if I say no?
Nurse: O.o
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Checkin for fraud!
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My father-in-law was born on a February 29th in a leap year. He lives in a country where the computer system for IDs and such does not provide this date as an option, so his local ID and his IDs from the country of his birth have different birthdates on them. To conduct certain business or travel, he sometimes has to carry around an extra piece of paper: a letter from the government of the country he lives in explaining the discrepancy.
![]() 11/03/2015 at 17:49 |
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If you’re my mother in law it’s a valid question.
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I worked for the Census in 2010. We would follow up on forms that were unclear for some reason or another. It was very surprising how many people’s ages didn’t match up with their birthdays, yet they would INSIST that all the info was correct.
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I reply to those types of questions with, “sounds good” or “close enough” when they ask if my name is The Compromiser, I reply, “it better be. Otherwise I totally have the wrong underwear on...”
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A friend of mine, who has known he was adopted since he was a kid, recently found out that he was a safe haven baby. The day he’s always known as is birthday, is really the day he was dropped off at the fire station. His actual birthday is unknown.
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Patient verification. I work in surgery and have to call out people’s names. We only call out the first name for privacy. We ask them to spell their name and give us their birthday for a whole slew of reasons. Obviously, to make sure we have the right “John” or “Michael”, and also you occasionally get people committing identity fraud pretending to be somebody who has insurance. And paperwork is a bitch. Everybody they meet will ask them their name and birthday. Trust me, I talk so much all day I wouldn’t be surprised if I said something stupid like “is your birthday still ____” either out of a brain fart or failed attempt at humor because nobody wants to be at a doctors office and we will try anything to get a patient to crack a smile.
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