I'll Have a Funglandectomy

Annie and I went out to dinner tonight, and I generally acted like a big goofball. When the check came, I had trouble calculating the tip. I paid with a credit card, so I actually had to do math on the receipt. I wanted to try that new idea where you make the cents digit equal to some checksum to prevent tip fraud, but instead I just couldn't do math.

"It's like my funny gland is overriding my math center," I said. "I try to do two plus three and I get smiley face."