I'm waiting in the relative coolness of a local hotel lobby for a client who appears to have forgotten that we had scheduled a meeting. I'm not complaining, though. I'm getting lots of work done and am being entertained at the same time.
Two young ladies are working at the front desk, singing, gossiping, and talking about problematic customers.
They just finished talking about one of their co-workers who is turning the ripe old age of 35.
"I don't know," stated one of the girls, "That number just seems soooo high!"
"She's halfway to sixty-two-and-a-half!" declared the other.
I waited, biting my tongue, but I couldn't help it. I piped up and corrected her.
"Actually, she's halfway to seventy. If she's thirty-five, then she's halfway to seventy."
The girls thought about it and asked me if I was sure. The first one started laughing. The one who made the mathematically erroneous declaration asked me if I was sure and started plugging away on a calculator to see who was right.
"I guess I should go back to school and work on my math," she remarked.
Right now, they're trying to reconcile their float and are attempting to negotiate the complexities of double-entry accounting.
Very entertaining, indeed.