post-halloween scare

Went to vote this morning, and a little old lady in front of me was signing her name. She then asked the person registering everyone what the date was. The following is their conversation:

'It's the second.'
'Oh. Of which month?'
'Um. November.'
'OK.' (pause) 'What year?'

My feelings? When you lose track of the year, it might be time to retire from voting.