I'm older than you. When I grew up, not only were friend's parents allowed to beat you within an inch of your life, so were random strangers. In fact, society actively encouraged it! But what I really want to know is, who taught nuns how to fight? Because when I was a kid, I'd rather tangle with the biggest bully 2 grades ahead of me than the smallest nun. You didn't stand a chance against those sadists. I'm pretty sure Sugar Ray Robinson was giving them lessons on the side.
I still have my scars from the nuns of St. Mary's. Sister Edwardine, 120 years-old and 85 pounds dripping wet, would make you place your fingers flat across the edge of your open roll top desk, then slam the top on them! You know the old Catholic roll top desks - the ones with the ink well hole in the center at the top of the desk....
Well, I had a really witty and insightful comment to add here, but by the time I found where the thread was... ...I forgot what I was going to say.
You go to the parts store to get a brake caliper rebuild kit and are told people don't do that any more. Never mind getting a set of drums turned.
When a cashier counted the change back to you instead of dumping a pile of bills and coins in your hand.
When registers did not have machines attached to them that automatically dispense the coin change for the cashier.