Wow! I post my little tale, and CODGER MANIA! ensues.
First off, I'm going to give the kid props for having a job.
And, they did a great job with the pizza.
Whether I said "11/26" or "November 2026". doesn't matter. Either way, people get it wrong, or ask me to repeat it. They never seem to have any difficulty with the card number.
It can be difficult to work in fast food with all of the activity and noise, but this wasn't a peak time order, and there wasn't any hubbub in the background
Honestly, fast food workers should get medals (and higher wages) for having to deal with John Q Public, greedy franchisers, and managers who act like cult members.
Having worked in retail for close to a decade, I can attest to the adventures with serving John Q Public, a curious beast indeed, having more asshole than any other species of my acquaintance. And many clients were truly wonderful.
And nothing really changes as one transitions into "loftier" professions, except the pay gets better.
This generation isn't somehow worse than any other, but they may be the most invaded from the omnipresent digital culture of manipulation and mental illness. Fortunately I was spared that that horror.
So I can understand why many of them would prefer to tune out, especially to the rantings of the unselfaware fossils who claim to run "things", and more unfortunately, do run "things".
Anyone who's punched or filled in time cards should have some awareness of 24 hour, or military time. Every studio I have worked for uses it. As for the weakness about using traditional numeric clocks, probably lack of familiarity. Probably not much different amounts of gaps in knowledge between our generation, or the generation before us, or the generation before them, and on and on. Every generation has its geniuses and fools , and every generation seems to elevate the fools.
Also, apropos of nothing, I've always understood Elizabethan English and I get the jokes in Shakespeare's plays as well as those of Marlow. I'll be laughing while other members of the audience maintain a reverent silence, and have had the occasional glance of disapproval when I'm laughing. For those of you unfamiliar with the format, most of them happen in the first 15 minutes of the play, when Willie needed filler while the audience wandered in, said hello, grabbed a flagon of ale, and settled in.