“You don’t think this day is the slightest bit significant?”
“What? Because at some point, a group of people set in place a system of recording time that would yield a day that would be known as 9-9-9? No, of course not.”
“Not even when I point out that it’s a Wednesday?”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Wednesday is the third day of the week–”
“–ah!–”
“–the workweek. And three squared is nine. Three threes is nine.”
“And three nines are twenty-seven. Still, completely meaningless.”
“Even in Europe, it’s 9-9-9 today.”
“Duh.”
“You’re saying that today does not portend anything significant or interesting?”
“Not likely, no.”
“Well…”
“Well, what?”
“Um. It’s my birthday.”
