"What kind of WEIRDO thinks he's a NUMBER?"
Nov 09, 2026
Norm is an ordinary guy. Pays his bills, mows his lawn, and once drove eight miles across town because gasoline was six cents cheaper.
You know the type.
Last Tuesday, Norm stopped at the grocery store for a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk.
At checkout, the cashier asked if he had a membership card.
"Nope."
"Well, if you sign up today, you'll save 43 cents on those eggs!"
FORTY-THREE CENTS!
Norm wasn't about to let an opportunity like that slip through his fingers.
So he handed over his Name, phone number, email address, and probably enough personal information to qualify for a small mortgage.
The cashier tapped a few buttons, handed him a shiny new membership card, and announced:
"Congratulations, Norm! You're now member #8675309."
Norm was delighted.
Forty-three cents richer, an official card in his wallet, and a whole new identity.
Norm went home, put away his groceries, and got dressed for a night on the town.
At about 7:30 PM, he walked into his favorite bar, spotted an attractive woman sitting alone, and decided to introduce himself.
"Hi there! My name is 8675309."
She blinked.
"Is that your PHONE NUMBER?"
"Nope. That's WHO I AM!"
She looked at his drink.
Then back at Norm.
"How many of those have you had?"
Norm proudly pulled out his grocery store membership card.
"See? It's right here. OFFICIAL! They registered me this afternoon!"
About that time, the bartender wandered over.
"Can I see some ID, sir?"
Norm slapped his membership card on the bar.
The bartender studied it for a moment.
"Sir, this gets you discounts on canned beans. It doesn't prove you're old enough to drink."
By now, the woman had quietly moved three stools down, and the bartender was seriously considering calling Norm a cab.
Poor Norm.
All he wanted was 43 cents off his eggs.
Now he's single, confused, and introducing himself as a barcode. 😂
The woman reached into her purse and slipped on a pair of sunglasses.
INSIDE.
AT NIGHT.
Apparently, Norm wasn't the only one making questionable decisions.
But these weren't ordinary sunglasses.
Through the lenses, everyone in the bar looked a little... DIFFERENT.
The bartender? A nine-digit number wearing an apron.
The guy playing pool? Nine digits holding a cue stick.
The woman butchering a Whitney Houston song on karaoke? Nine digits committing crimes against music.
EVERYBODY had a number where their face should've been.
And the woman didn't bat an eyelash.
She glanced back at Norm, shook her head, and muttered:
"What kind of WEIRDO thinks he's a NUMBER?"
Just then, her phone buzzed.
PLEASE ENTER YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER TO VERIFY YOUR IDENTITY.
She promptly typed in her nine digits, clicked VERIFY, and ordered another martini.
"Honestly," she sighed, "some people have NO idea who they are." 😂
Cheers!
~ Becky
P.S. I know you're not a number. And I know you have to navigate a world that's OBSESSED with them!
That's exactly why I created the Complete Titan Trust Strategy — three essential parts working together to give you the knowledge and tools to consciously structure and administer your private affairs.
And because I'm celebrating my TWO BIRTHDAYS this month, I've arranged a little something special for my community. 🎁
