Bla, Bla, Bla. Every generation thinks the younger generation has major malfunctions. All this inter-generational carping does is add one more way to separate us one from another.
My mother once bought me a lemon yellow polyester leisure suit! So I went into the bedroom ostensibly to try it on and then claimed it didn’t fit. I exchanged for a pair of jeans.
I hate “thank you for your service” I wasn’t a *#%! waiter.