Her Processing Power Is Limited

I work in a big box store where you don’t need to be the best and the brightest to hold most of the jobs. Some of my coworkers have said a lot of… uninformed things around me and asked me a few questions that make me question their ability to think logically. A nineteen-year-old coworker approaches me as I walk in to sit down in the break room.

Coworker: “Can I ask you a question?”

Me: “Yeah, sure!”

Coworker: “Is this water processed?”

She’s holding up a sealed bottle of watermelon-flavored water.

Me: “Yep.”

Coworker: *Looking at it* “Are you sure? I really like the taste of it but I can really only drink processed water.”

Me: “Yes, it’s very safe to say that. Any unnaturally-flavored water in a sealed plastic bottle has been processed.”

Coworker: “Okay!”

I was not the only one in the room but when I looked around no one even looked up from their phones in wonder like I would have. I’ve only been here for a month and, God help me, I hope I find a better job soon or I’ll go mad.