Birthday continued

When the chap in the Tesla shop was filling out his forms, he asked me what my birthdate was. When I told him he said No Way! and I preened myself, presuming that he meant of course that I didn’t look anywhere near as old as that. But then he continued: That’s my Dad’s birthday as well! Same year and everything! I said Oh yes? How interesting! While Simon snorted with laughter. I hate that he knew exactly what I’d been thinking.