Thirty-nine? Oh. I guess you're not ancient yet. Just almost ancient.

[ not that terry has any room to talk about ancient when he's looking at existing for the rest of eternity. now there's a daunting thought. ]

I bet you were a jock. I totally hated jocks. They hated me too. [ a small beat. then, almost like it just occurred to him: ] So. When is your birthday anyway?