Susan Luzzaro 4:30 p.m., Dec. 11
Did I just wake up? Or did I just have an Oprah ah ha moment? Old people irritating me by testing (torturing) young people. Setting GNC- young girl working, old guy I'm guessing mid 60s quizzing her how many mgs in an ounce, mcgs in a pound, which is more economical? How much per ounce. how much per serving? She was great, polite trying to answer his insistent questions which began before I walked in the door. I'm waiting patiently while he ignores me and she looks at me with regret. Get a smart phone old man. This guy had nothing better to do and was looking for her to cut the price. He was rude and dismissive. Setting La Especiale Norte on a Sunday morning. Quiet, and to be honest this time I didn't even turn around. Do you know what the first Spanish language was called? Do did you know California used to be a part of Mexico? This guy was testing the waitresses knowledge of the history of Mexico because she appeared to be Mexican and working in a Mexican restaurant? Or perhaps a former teacher? Or just a lonely old man trying to get some attention from a pretty young waitress? Costco on a Sunday at noon. Old man in a convertible with an old woman. Parking at a premium, no handicapped placard, no handicapped license plate, pulls right in and leaves her sitting in the car. Thinks he deserves the spot, or just doesn't give it a second thought- any more than people alone in a car using the car pool lane, or with an overflowing shopping cart in the express lane. In these moments I saw myself. Horrifying. People my age trying to force knowledge on the young who are just trying to work at a minimum wage job probably going to school at night or caring for their families. Let it go tallsharon. if the powers that be don't care about quality why should you? At least when I do retail or eat out I tip big, and don't make too many special requests off menu. But at work, somehow I've rationalized that it is different. I am seasoning, I do know lots of stuff from experience, but I guess the kids don't care any more than I did when I was their age. I pay my own rent, I work therefore my opinion is knowledge.
I guess this is the way kids have been raised. Here's a prize for showing up, even if you're texting, sleeping in the bathroom, or stealing intellectual property off the Internet. but back to self reflection.
Despite my opinion (based on facts and life experience of course) I can certainly remember how irritating it was for the oldies to try to teach me anything. I don't need them- I've got google and Wikipedia - whatever I know I know to be true.