I was standing in line at the grocery checkout this afternoon. The guy in front of me was about my age. The cashier was a thirty-ish young man. The conversation went like this:
Cashier (to Other Guy): That'll be twenty-five sixty-four.
Me (to no one in particular): Does anybody really know what time it is?
Me (turning to Other Guy, indicating Cashier): Wrong Generation.
Other Guy (receiving change): Does anybody really care?
We both smiled and left the cashier utterly bewildered.