One day in the early '90s I walked into the University of Chicago Hospital. I had an appointment with a doctor I had never seen. As a new patient I had to register. The clerk asked for my name and date of birth, and she typed them into her computer.
Then she asked: "Were you born here?"
As a matter of fact, I was.
She told me I had a very low patient i.d. number. That was her clue. They had assigned i.d. numbers in chronological sequence.
I hadn't been there since. But they had me on their computer! This was unusual dedication to keeping good records, and impressed me deeply.
I was surprised they recalled
Me at all.
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