(Our company adds a busser, who is just 16 years old, to our team. The following conversation happens in a quiet moment as two coworkers and I am discussing the Beatrix Potter 50-pence pieces available in the UK.)
Colleague #1: “I only need one more and I’ll have the whole set.”
Me: “I managed to get two whole sets recently; the last one took ages to find, though. Which one do you need?”
Colleague #1: “The Beatrix Potter one, y’know, with the dates and that.”
Colleague #2: “Oh, I need that one, too.”
Busser: “Beatrix Potter! I liked the third film best.”
(We all stare at her.)
Busser: “What?”
Me: “Third film?”
Busser: “Yeah, Harry Potter. I’ve not read the books yet, but I like the films.”
Me: “We’re talking about Beatrix Potter, the author!”
Busser: “Who?”
(I describe to her the books she may know. She just looks blank.)
Busser: “Well, Beatrix Potter… Harry Potter… They’re pretty much the same, anyway!”