Every now and again I need my social security number (from the card), for filling out some form such that the Men in Black can keep track of me, or whatever. After I’m done with the little bugger, I invariably hide it somewhere in a way which seems somewhat blasé at the time, yet consistently gets forgotten and then infuriates me when I try to find it again. Like this morning – an hour, it took me. And in hindsight it wasn’t even well hidden to anyone but me anyway. Sodding thing it is.
