Five Nines

Years ago Nisha said something about a golden birthday -- when you turn the number of years old as the day of the month in which you were born. I had never heard of it, but she had just had hers and explained it to us all.

She was lucky, I thought -- born early in the month. It was going to be an eternity until I had mine, so long that it made the concept an interesting but largely meaningless notion which I promptly forgot.

Years later (but still years ago), my golden birthday came and went unmarked. I missed the boat. That's the way it is with birthdays, I guess. Each one is so special when you're young. Seven is different from six. Nine is different from ten. And then twenty-nine just comes and goes.

But it won't happen again, I say. So today, I proclaim with some glee my day of five nines. 5 x 9 = 45. Five nines. Let's call it the highly reliable birthday.

Today. Five nines. 99.999% Wee!

At least it didn't go unmarked.

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