Two items of interest...
(1) A co-worker says his son is 33 years old. My first thought is “Wow, his kid is almost as old as I am, since I’m 35… oh, no, wait a minute. I was 35 when Boo was born. That was 6 years ago.”
(2) A pizza delivery dude asks if I know the expiration date on my driver’s license. I don’t, so I grab it and scan it quickly, giving him the first number I can find. “2004.”
“Okay, what month?”
It didn't occur to me until after I had closed the door that 2004 was in the past, and that must be when I got the license, not when it expires. At least I'm not alone, since he didn't seem to notice it either. Or maybe he just assumed all of us crazy old women have expired licenses.