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I went into a local hardware store to buy four feet of chain. The young employee who assisted me paused and asked me, “uh, how many inches are there in a foot?” WTF! Shocked and wide-mouthed, I figured he must have been pulling my chain…nope! (Well, sort of…) So, not to judge, I retained my composure and politely said, “um, 12 inches.” He then started to measure a 12-inch length on the 48-inch ruler attached to the the shelf! WTF round two! After recovering from my face palm, I said, “just pull it out to the 48-inch mark…no sense doing that four times!” WTF KID! You must be part of Generation F, because the future is clearly fucked! —G. Rant