“Get off my lawn!”
Just kidding. Well, maybe a little.
I work in IT at a busy hospital. About two weeks ago my younger coworker (the really, really smart guy who is about the age of my son) was caught in the middle of two projects, and needed help comparing the contents of two large online Excel data files. He needed codes entered on each line, as the determination was made of what needed to happen to the data. At a weekly team meeting, (seven of us who do the same kind of work), he asked if anyone had free time enough to do that. I raised my hand, and said I'd be happy to do it. I said, (and I promise I wasn't even thinking about it when I said it), "I'm pretty good at keypunching." Everybody in the room looked at me like I was nuts. "Oh, I meant 'data entry.'" They all had expressions of "Yeah, sure. How soon do you retire?"
They like me, so I didn't take it personally, but I was thinking they'll miss me when I'm gone. They all ask me, including the really, really smart guy, how to do things on their computers. Like, every day, one of them asks me how to do something. I don't mind. Somebody has to know this stuff, right?
Dave