Because my birthday was coming up, I had to endure conversations like this all week:
Person: Oh, it's your birthday! That means you're ... Capricorn, same as Cinderblock, my sister-in-law! You two are very similar.
Me: No, Aquarius actually.
Person: Oh right! Then you're the same sign as my Auntie Ironingboard. She's Aquarius. [A darker mood descends] ...but so is her husband, Mongoose. I don't think they are likely to get along, do you?
Me: Well, I think astrology is unscientific mumbo-jumbo.
Person: No, not astrology!!! Your star signs. The Zodiac. You know the Zodiac? It explains Everything, you know, Everything?