Son: “Dad, I got 1400!”
Dad: “Son, have a seat. Ever hear of inflation?”
Son: “Uh… no.”
Dad: “That 1400 is really 1340. And if you go back to my day when we weren’t allowed to use calculators, and we had to contend with dreaded analogies, sentence completions, quantitative comparisons, that 1400 is probably 1250.”
Son: “Why would they inflate the numbers?”
Dad: “Remember the excitement you had after you saw 1400?”