Guess I’m old, then.

“Hi, I’d like to order my high school transcript signed and sealed, sent to my address in Israel.”

“May I ask, for what purpose?”

“Proof of my residence in the United States; I have to register my daughter’s birth with the US consulate in Jerusalem.”

“Right. What class were you?”

“Class of 2000.”

“No problem, though it may take a few extra days to get sent out; we’re going to have to go down deep into the basement to dig that one out.”

“Wow, you’re making me feel pretty old.”

“Ha, well… it was the year after yours that we started keeping them computerized.”

 

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