Last Thursday I made a post about visiting a doctor.

Yesterday I had to return to the specialist (don’t worry, I think I still have at least two good years of blogging left in me).

When I signed in at the front desk, the receptionist asked for my insurance card so she could make a copy.  I told her that she made a copy of my card just three days earlier, but she insisted that I provide her with the card.  Sure enough I did, and sure enough she made another copy of it even though she already had a copy on file.