Today marked the six year anniversary of me starting to use the precision fart generator at work. Later I walked into some technicians holding the door to the hotroom (environmental chamber held at 40°C/75% relative humidity) open while passing pouches in.
Me: Why are you holding the door open? Just lift the cart in and put up the pouches. It doesn’t require three people.
Tech: But it gets hot in there.
Me: Hot! You’ll be in there for five minutes. When I was your age I spent hours putting up hundreds of pouches.
Tech: That sucks.
Me: I was thankful for it, because <coworker> spent his days in there testing adhesives.
Tech: Oh.
Me: Kids today.
I’m 25 and I just had my first “you kids, get off of my lawn” moment.
