I was telling Barb a sad story about a leader from INCOSE who died this week. Barb asked how old he was. I said he was the same age as her. I said he was a 58. She got mad and said she wasn’t 58, she was only 57. And I replied, no, I meant he was born in 1958, like her. And then I said, by the way, you're 67.
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