Frankie was a greengrocer in the Quad Cities back in the late 1970s. Much to his chagrin, across the street from his establishment, another greengrocer’s opened, this one part of a larger chain. Frankie bet the owner of the new shop that he could guess his birthday in three tries. If he succeeded, the new shop owner would close down. If he missed the date, then he himself would go out of business. The new greengrocer agreed and Frankie started out with April 2. Wrong, the business man said. So Frankie Ventured November 30. Wrong again. So Frankie closed his eyes and took one last stab. December 8? Why, yes, the new shop owner confessed. But how did Frankie know?
How did Frankie know? Did you spot the clues?