Do you mean they’ve never used a handle to roll down a window, because the windows are electric, or they’ve never needed to, because all cars have AC now? AC that actually cools the back seat.
They were called “5 & Dimes.” My grandmother worked at one, and even though she was Jewish, she had her grandfather’s Irish last name, so she got hired. On her way home from work, if she wanted to stop at the kosher butcher, she didn’t go to the closest one, on the next block, she went to the second-closest one, so her boss wouldn’t see her go there. She probably would’ve quit when she got married anyway, but she might have gotten fired when her boss heard her new name, so she just quit. This was in the 1920s.
Typewriter erasers! They were practically worthless, because they tended to tear the paper.
I did this last month, because I have a 20-year-old car, that you car still run the battery down on, by leaving the lights on. Our other car is 8 years old, and the lights go off automatically. If there were some after-market relay I could install so I would never forget the light on the old car again, I’d buy it in a second.
Which reminds me of another one: seeing a strange car with its lights on, and checking the doors to see if one was open, so you could turn the lights off for the person who had left them on.
My mother hated those so much, that even though she was famously germphobic, she made me, around the age of three, crawl on the public restroom floor under the door, and open the stall from the inside.
I asked a 20-something aide at my son’s preschool to turn off a record player that this one old teacher insisted on using (don’t ask), and she said she didn’t know how.
I had a friend whose just went ahead and said “I’m waiting to see if you’re someone I want to talk to.”
Oh dear gawd, my mother made me wear those, even though the adhesive pads had been around for seven or eight years. She didn’t think the newfangled things could possibly be any good. The clip on the back dug into my buttcrack, and hurt so bad. I was like, 12, and would be sitting in school, and afraid to adjust, or tell a teacher. My mother went out of the country to do some research for a couple of months when I was 13, and I switched to adhesive without telling my father my mother wanted me to wear the belted kind. My mother never said anything about it when she came back, and I just used my own money to buy pads after that. When I was 14, I went to live with my aunt and uncle, and my aunt probably would have let me wear tampons if I’d wanted. She didn’t care, and she didn’t make me pay for them.
My mother had a hysterectomy in 1988, and I think right up until then, she used those belts.
