I’m exchanging tickets for The Nutcracker over the phone.
– What is your card number?
– Five quadrillion three hundred seventy-three trillion six hundred sixty billion two hundred sixty-three million three hundred thirty-four thousand eight hundred seventy.
– Expiration date?
– October twenty-eighth. That’s basically half of October.
– Done!
Turns out, you can exchange the tickets, and now we are not going to the ballet on Sunday, but on Saturday.
