Once in a Sydney shoe shop with an Australian colleague, having completed my purchase I looked up to see my friend at the counter beckoning furiously. I trotted over whereupon he whispered, "too late, tell you later". It transpired that having lots of cash on him, he'd tendered three $100 notes for his $299.99c purchase. The young male halfwit assistant had then produced a calculator, entered $300, then minus $299.99c.
Regaling that incident brought amusement for three decades but today, well, I doubt it. Awe-inspiring stupidity is just too common now and everyone can recount similar experiences.
I know it's an eternal older generation complaint but seemingly many of the current generation have regressed in general knowledge compared with yesteryear. Consider this. My 14-year-old daughter asked to see our company's Wellington private gymnasium, a PR exercise provided solely for our buildings' lessees' staff free of charge, including the services of male and female personal trainers. It's not the normal gym with an American music racket but instead, soft classical music. There's no muscular system charts on the wall, rather an eclectic array of several dozen framed items to peruse in breaks.
These include a set of 1900 Wellington street scene photographs, an oil painting given to me by Ron Jorgensen, who to the distress of many members joined the New Zealand Party ("It stands for freedom doesn't it?" he explained to bemused journalists), a map of central America, a large framed poster of Anna Kournikova's posterior which replaced a smaller version after an artistically unappreciative female public servant gym-user had the gall to complain about it, and much more.
Inspecting this gallery we came to the stock oil painting print of Lenin of which literally billions were produced, whereupon a retardee in his 30s lifting weights nearby asked "Who's that photograph of?"