A few years ago I was questioned by a checkout clerk in New Jersey when I tendered some Susan B. Anthony coins to make a small purchase. To me, the cluelessness is startling and just a little bit off-putting. The kid was about 17. I wonder if he’s heard of the Pacific Ocean by now.
My favorite is the check out clerks. If the bill is $8.63 I’ll give $10.13 to the clerk, the older ones don’t even blink.
The younger ones look at me like I’ve lost my head and sometimes even start to say something. The startled look on their faces when they enter the amount and the cash register gives them the amount of change is amusing and pathetic at the same time.