So, now that we're happily ensconced in a hotel here in Hawaii (we have no actual place to live as yet, but hopefully soon), I went to change my car registration from Virginia to Hawaii. Lo and behold, you need a safety inspection first. So I went to the safety inspection place and waited for thirty minutes in line, only to be told that my Virginia insurance isn't valid here; you must have Hawaiian insurance.
So off I went this morning to the State Farm office in my (apparently uninsured) car. The nice lady in the very big mu-mu (yes, some people actually wear those here) typed up all the necessary forms. While she was typing, we had the following conversation:
Insurance lady: [peering at a form] Does you or your husband have the birthdate of July 29, 1977 [not the actual date]?
Me: Oh, that's my birthday.
Lady: Oh, we're the same sign!
Me: [blank look. What sign?] Um, okay.
Lady: [leaning in and whispering conspiratorialy] We Leos really like to be the boss, don't we?
Me: Oh, um, yeah. I guess.
Lady: So, your husband's birthday is April 27?
Lady: Wow, that is so uncanny! My husband and I were just like that--he was an Aries and I was a Leo. Just like you guys!
Me: Oh, that's nice.
Lady: Of course, we're divorced now.