Went into the on-campus newly-re-located Scholar’s Workstation, which sells retail to campus community members for personal use.
Was trying out a keyboard on a computer I was considering buying. A workman was wiring something in the ceiling nearby and commented on my fast typing. “Is that what you are?” he asked. “A professional typist?”
A young saleswoman was busy chatting up a man who was clearly not ready to buy. She gave only the most telegraphic answers when I interrupted her to ask pointed questions about the Macs (a necessity, since nothing was labeled as to what it was or price).
When the saleswoman disapppeared, a young salesman stood across the room staring off into space as a young woman and I (the only customers) continued to try to figure out what was what. I had to call to him, “Do you work here?” for him to wake from his reverie.
I left muttering “Children!” Yeah, the sales staff no doubt didn’t think they were children. They were, what, all of 20 years old?