

I used to work in a deli. Our scales gave weights in decimals, people always ordered in fractions. One day someone asked for an eighth of a pound. My coworker asks me “Is that .8?” I politely told her “it’s .125, so it needs to say about .13.” I guess part of it was panic, maybe if she had thought about it for a second she would have gotten it, but to think it’s more than a half pound was crazy. People ask for a half pound all the time.

















I can get that. Whenever I am sharing my screen or someone is watching me use a computer I turn into a boomer. I can’t type. I can’t find anything. I lose where the mouse is. Very annoying!