@centrox,
We do increasingly see a culture in which they young whine about being obliged to do anything difficult,
and are then catered to. In recent years:
. . . asked what time it was while speaking to someone else, I reached into my watch pocket and pulled out my pocket watch, showing it to the young man--who asked me again, flushing with embarrassment, and I realized he was unable to read an analog watch or clock;
. . . I went into a burger joint and ordered six burgers for my friend and I to eat (they're small), but I unfortunately asked for "a half dozen." It took several minutes before the joker behind the counter finally asked me: "how many is that, fifteen?"
. . . on occasions too numerous to recall, I have been asked by young people to read a note they had received which was in "long hand," rather than printed, and they could not read it;
. . . on occasions too numerous to recall, I have been asked by young people for help with numbers, in situations which demonstrated that they don't know the multiplication tables;
. . . I have returned money to young cashiers who have given me too much change. The most egregious occasion was when I was returned sixteen dollars and change on a thirteen dollar and change purchase, having proffered a twenty dollar bill; explaining that I had not given her thirty dollar bill, I got a blank look and spent several minutes explaining to her that she had given me too much change;
. . . times too numerous to recall, I have seen quick-change con men trying to run their con, and have spoken up time and again, saying to the cashier--it's not his money, close your cash drawer and call the manager--usually it was futile, and the glaring con man ran out the door with the store's money.
I think I am approached (and I assume others of my generation) because these young people understand intuitively that earlier generations were taught these things. Not all is dark, though. I once worked in a shoe store while looking for a real job. One day, a woman approached me holding pink women's pumps about four sizes too big for her, and a little girl's pink handbag, asking me if I thought they matched. I immediately dropped the box I was holding, and hurried to the cash register, where a teen-aged, black single mother was working. As I arrived, she was saying to the man: "No, it's not your money, I gave you your change." The quick-change con man hurried out, followed closely by the woman with odd taste in shoes and handbags. I congratulated the young woman, and then explained the con he was trying to run. She was so incensed, that I had to forbid her from leaving the store--she was going to hunt him down and slap the snot out of him. She kept saying: "He thought I was stupid, didn't he!" I hope for his sake that she never found him.