"Ok, we want to know Raganwald's age. Point a laser at the mylar Happy Birthday balloons and let's listen in on the singing. Take notes! Are you one, are you two, are you three..."

Um, chief?

"Shhh! I'm listening! Are you fifty-one, are you fifty-two..."

Chief!

"Be quiet, damn you. Ok, he just turned 58. Did you get that?"

Yes, chief. I got that. When I pointed the laser at the balloons, I could clearly see a "five" balloon, and an "eight" balloon, and while Raganwald has some very old-fashioned ideas about programming, I don't think he's eighty-five.

"Good work. Now make me another coffee."