My favorite birthday story is not even a birthday story.
When I was unemployed I had to call into Workforce Development once a week and tell them the number of people I sent resumes to. On one of my first calls I had to give them all my personal information, including my birthdate: 7/17/1975. When I gave those numbers to the person at Workforce Development, a person who works with surly, unemployed people all day long mind you, she said to me, "All those sevens? Must be lucky."
"Yeah," I answered, "Um...you know I'm unemployed, right?"
"Oh. Right."
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