I still have a list of things I want to get done today, and the end of today is looming - but you know that magnet that draws you to the keyboard to blog a gripe?
Young people today, hey?
ha ha - I am immediately transported back about (ahem) twenty years and shaking my head at my elders when they made such pronouncements.
But really? They had nothing to gripe about compared to some of the youth I have encountered today.
It is of course the week before (Red Wednesday, that is) and so I am inclined to be more gripey and less accomodating, but seriously?
It is the child's birthday on Monday, and therefore we got to fit a little more retail into our Saturday than usual, so I am prepared to lay my intolerance on either over-exposure to teenage checkout operators or just being over it.
But having a 16 year old tell me (in words of two syllable or less) that I was old to consider that she should be able to mentally subtract one figure from another - it sort of rubbed me up the wrong way.
And for that to happen not once, not twice, but thrice?
Tell me, am I entering the fuddy-duddy zone?
I was in Capital Letter-Mart, having just bought up on birthday clobber for the girl (and mentally subtracting my 25% as I was going along so I could, you know, buy to my budget), the girl gave me her total.
I handed over my card and told her to give me the change from $170, as I had the groceries yet to do and I like my bank not to charge me for every transaction.
The girl gave me a pained, silent expression.
"Um..." she sort of gulped. You see, her register obviously didn't have any sort of shortcut on working that out for her.
"You subtract that figure on your register from the $170," I helpfully advised her.
She gulped again, and her hand hovered on the "help from a manager" button.
We had a standoff for what seemed an eternity.
"My change will be $123.05" I finally gave her the answer.
"Thanks." she said, and regarded me like I had an extra head suddenly spring up.
"I used to always work out the change in my head for fun when I was your age," I explained to her for my amazing mental agility.
"Oh," she said, relieved. "We have calculators these days."
Now, I would overlook this as a bit of a blip, except that it (the mental arithmetic, not the breathtaking rudeness) happened twice more during the day.
I know not everyone had my mother, and therefore not everyone gets sums fired at them at the kitchen table.
But surely it is something we should ALL learn before we hit the cash register - how much you will be expected to pay and how much you expect to get back.
I am known (and subsequently avoided) at tuckshop for making the children add and subtract their transactions, and I hope to goodness that I save at least one or two from being ripped off witless.
But am I an OTT fuddy-duddy here, or are you on my side?