(I’m in visiting my parents and am in the car with my 58-year-old mother. We are talking about our past high school reunions.)
Mom: “I went to my 10th year anniversary, but there was no one there I really cared about so I didn’t go to my 20th or my 30th.”
Me: “Are you going to go to your 40th?”
Mom: “I don’t know, probably not. I have a while before I have to worry about that.
Me: “Uh… Mom? It’s this year.”
Mom: *looks at me like I have three heads* “No, it isn’t. What are you talking about?”
Me: “It’s 2016. You graduated in 1976.”
Mom: *as she processes this, she gets a stunned look on her face.* “No way… No way! Oh, my god! 40 years!? How did that happen!?”